#how many people in his life depend on love cherish and admire him

[the-cooler-king]

Oh yeah..... midnight gospel be hitting.... sitting in my bed fuckin. Crying. Get a grip girl

[loveandleases]

(Time for our favorite dilf's Fluff ABC. The previous ABC's can be found here and here. Below the cut~)

A = Admiration - Ardent admires when someone is responsible.

B = Body - He's a fan of the entire body, though if you wanted to know which one he would focus on in the middle of the night, would have to ask the old man.

C = Cuddling - He cuddles Cupid when she allows it. When she doesn't he gets a nice scratch as a reminder. Now with a partner Ardent loves being the big spoon, but he will deny he enjoys cuddling.

D = Dates - He doesn't have that much time to date. When he used to he would always offer to cook for his date, Ardent loves to show off his skill in the kitchen, among other places.

E = Emotions - He likes to pretend to be this big tough guy, but one unanswered call to his niece and the man is sulking for the better part of the hour. Ardent doesn't hold back his thoughts while some may say he's an angry person, in reality he just stopped trying to please other people.

F = Family - Ardent is very close to his parent's, especially his mother. He takes care of the complex just for them, not wanting to accept the payment they send his way. He has a sister, who is the mother to his very loved niece. We also can't forget Cupid.

G = Gifts - He will deny he enjoys recieving gifts, but in actuality when someone thinks enough to give him something he truly cherishes it. For Ardent, he doesn't mind to give gifts. When he gives you homemade food, that's when you know he has a soft spot for you.

H = Holding Hands - He will cling to his partners hand like his life depends on it, not wanting to get seperated. Squeeze as hard as you want, he won't let go. Though if you point out you're holding his hand, he pretends it's as a favor to you, definitely not because he likes it.

I = Injury - Ardent is very calm in a crisis, be that an accident or his sister giving birth. He is focused on the end goal. So if someone is hurt, he will basically be like a mother hen. Ensuring they get an ample amount of rest and relaxation.

J = Jokes - The guy tries he really does, when peope laugh at his "jokes", it's usually when he's serious. His jokes tend to fall flat. Every once in awhile he has a good one.

K = Kisses - Ardent kisses with hunger, full of passion. As if the last of breath in his body belongs to his partner. He can be rough more often than not, but if you're lucky enough he might just surprise you with how tender he can be.

L = Love - He loves many people, Ardent doesn't see the point of hiding emotions. It's not something his parents did and it's not something he does either. He grew up in a home where the phrase I love you was always in use. Be that from his family or friends.

M = Memory - Ardent's favorite memory is seeing his niece for the first time, well that and adopting Cupid. Remembering how small she was when he took Cupid home is one of the highlights of his life. Knowing that he could in fact be so caring for her, even though sometimes Cupid just doesn't have time for that.

N = Nightmare (what is one of their fears?) - Not being able to be a safe space for someone he cares about. He might suffer with hearing other peoples emotions, but Ardent still wants to be trusted by them. To be that shoulder they can lean on.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) - Many people don't know he's actually greek. That is until he gets angry, then he can't help but curse in his native tongue.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)- Kitten.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) - Ardent would love just hanging out, be that at home or somewhere else. Though he hates when people pay him attention, when it's with you he will deal with it. He would love to just enjoy the night in each others company, with a good book and a nice glass of wine.

R = Rhythm (what song do they hum to themselves, when they think no one is listening.)- Torn to shreds by Deff Lepard.

S = Secrets (how open are they?) - Not very, though that will change over time. But get him in front of his mom, or niece and he is like an open book. The man is putty in their hands.

T = Time (how do they spend their time?) - He spends his time quite divided, be that taking his niece to after school activities, working on things at the complex, trying to get his mother's Manicotti recipe. Ardent can be seen going in and out many times of the day. The question is for who.

U = Upset (how do they act when they're upset?) - It depends on the level of upset. He could simmer in his anger, sulk, or just let it all out.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) - His body, his cat, and his cooking. He will show it all off if given a chance. Ardent works hard to keep in good health, to love Cupid, and to be able to make a good meal.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) - He doesn't like to admit he would fight for anyone. Instead he prefers to pretend to care less. (Such a lie). Ardent would fight for his partner, or for someone he sees is done wrong. He might be an ass, but he refuses to let people be treated as such.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) - Ardent can read a shy person very well. Only time will tell how well he pushes MC's.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) - Maybe something silly like having the ring on Cupid's collar for MC to see. Whose to say just yet.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) - Cupid laying on his chest, or rubbing his back. Just letting him feel his emotions and knowing someone is there for him can make him calm.

[monoclesnapple]

These Notes Aren't for Science

Senjuushi Like Two X Gender Neutral Reader Modern/College AU Summary: You begin taking notice of the little things about Like Two. Beginning Note: It's still the 14th and I needed to do something for Senjuushi. I haven't done anything for a long while, but I'm trying to cook up my ideas. This feels a little messy, but I'll do some headcanons on this subject at a later time to sort out the ideas that didn't make it here. Word Count: 726 (Fluff)

Mental Notes of Like Two

Recently, you noted an attraction you were beginning to feel towards Like Two. You didn’t want to potentially ruin your friendship by some confession, so you’ll simply stick with admiring him slightly and cherish your time with him.

However, you don’t have to just sit on the sidelines. Why not take notice of all the little things about him and try to show that you care through thoughtful gestures?

Thing is, you’ll need to keep track of everything without writing them down. It’d be quite unsettling if you found out someone was taking notes on you like you’re some test subject to study. Or it could be flattering if done right. It’s probably better not to risk the former view, so you’ll simply record your observations in your mind.

All that’s left is to spend time with Like Two normally and go about your life. This isn’t anything big.

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Like Two Notes (1): Likes latte and other pretty beverages

Whenever the two of you go somewhere to order some food or drinks, Like Two always orders menu items that look nice. The time you asked him why he does so, he simply replied, “If I’m going to consume something, I’d rather it not look unappetizing.” 

Understandable. Why eat something if it looks absolutely vile? So, you tucked the fact that he likes pretty foods and drinks away in the back of your mind.

And that information came to be useful, as one day, you were walking to your classes without Like Two by your side. He needed to go early and the cafe you two frequent wasn’t open at that time, so you tasked yourself with getting his usual. You knew that he didn’t care if he had his morning drink or not, but perhaps he’d appreciate the thought.

Luckily, you share your first period with Like Two, so the latte wouldn’t go bad before it got to him.

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Like Two Notes (2): Loves exercise

Every day, Like Two tells you about what he did. Sometimes, this list is long and takes a few minutes to go down, also depending on how much detail he’ll put into the recounting. Other times, he only had a thing or two that were worth noting.

But one thing Like Two will always mention is what he did for his workout that day. Sometimes you join him, but it really depends on your mood.

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Like Two Notes (3): Claims to hate anything feminine, but actually loves them

So many times. So many times you’ve heard him snap at others that he isn’t into skincare or beauty topics. And he could be convincing if you didn’t know him as well as you do. Most times, he’s seen chilling, going to a shooting range, working out, all that jazz. Luckily for you, you’ve known him for a long time, so you know about his past and interests.

And because of those things, he decided to take a couple courses to lead him in that direction. Dermatology, cosmetology, and chemistry, why not? Like Two doesn’t tell many people of the careers he’s considering, but it’s honestly not hard to guess them.

“What would you do if you don’t get the job you want?” You once asked him, both of you sitting on a bench in a local park. You were eating a small snack and looking around the scenery before the inquiry. Beside you, Like Two was absentmindedly scrolling around social media on his phone, a lollipop hanging from between his lips.

Upon hearing the question, he lifted his head and glanced into your eyes for a second before averting his gaze. He shrugged his shoulders and slid down the bench into a more comfortable position. “Probably continue modeling until I can’t. And if that doesn’t work either, I’ll join the military.”

You hummed in response. Crossing a leg over the other, you leaned forward and rested your elbow on your elevated knee. “You got a lot of choices for your future. I’ll even throw in a suggestion of acting or being a popstar,” your lips curled into a smile.

He exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head slightly. “I’ll stick with what I have now, thank you.”

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Like Two Notes (4): Has a soft spot for (Name)

(Name) Notes (1): Considerate of those they cherish deeply

[shytastemakerthing]

I’d like a romantic match-up if possible. I’m 28, F, 5’8”, Scorpio Sun, Gemini Moon, Capricorn Rising, INTP. I’m currently finishing up college for psychology and like to read webcomics and play video games in my free time. I love anime and work in the medical field currently. I love anything medical, but really love aesthetics like gothic, punk, dark academia, Victorian/Edwardian, and anything sort of macabre. I am shy around new people, but I like to make people laugh and see them happy otherwise. My love language is gift giving to others and spending time together for receiving. Finally, I like to learn about history and just love learning in general. Who would be a good match? It could be a teacher too, but I’d like more personality-wise if possible! Thank you. ^-^

A/N: Thank you so kucb for your request! I'm sorry it took a little longer to come out, but I hope that you enjoy it!

@miss-jester

I match you with........

Lilia Vanrouge

• You guys had initially met in an online PvP during both of your free time one night and after an exchange of messages via the chat server, you gathered each other's other contact information. Even better that you both were in the same school! (Even though we all know that this fae be too old for school xD)

• There was quite a few months in the friendship phase before this developed into anything more. After all, Lilia is an old fae, he has had his few share of turns around the block in his lifetime. Once it was 100% certain on both sides about how the both of you felt and that this was no fleeting fling, that's when things became official.

• He was rather traditional about it at first . Sending handwritten letters back and forth, small gifts and flowers, anything that matched your style, which he absolutely loved about you. (But for the sake of your health, never let this fae cook for you)

• Your style? As stated above, he LOVES it. You can bet he loves seeing you dressed up in it and he would absolutely buy himself a few pairs to match with you.

• You can certainly bet that he loves to spend time with you. It's It's better as it's your receiving love language. Because this fae will often not leave you alone. He knows that time is something that may or may not be on your guy's side (depending on if you're human or not), and with how long he has been around, he appreciates the time that he has to be with you.

• He loves every little gift that you've given him and he certainly keeps them all located on a very special shelf in his room. If it's any clothing, he will often be even wearing it. This fae is not at all shy.

• He finds your knowledge in the medical field to be rather impressive. He was a war general, he has fought in many battles and has seen many various injuries and sicknesses. He has seen healers asn doctors work to save their patients and he found it extremely admirable no matter the side. Dedicying your life to help another, he finds it a respectable position and he is rather supportive of you.

• Going with the above points, he is OLD. He knows this, most of those in his dorm and on campus know this. He has seen things that are described in history books that happened centuries ago, he was there! Who else better js there to defend your love of history than a fae who has wuite literally lived through and experienced so much of it?

• Now, just because you're dating doesn't mean you're safe from his pranks. He still loves to be able to scare you by literally flying out of nowhere. It's all a part of a fun.

• Overall, you make him feel so young again, reliving his youth. He cherishes the time that the two of you have with one another and he would do anything if it meant your happiness

[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: Malleus Draconia

Series: Twisted Wonderland

Continuity: Mobile game

Age: 18-20 (RP dependent)

Height: 6'6"

Birthday: January 18th

Birthplace: Briar Valley

Orientation: Pansexual

Species: Draconic Fae

Occupation: Student at Night Ravens College

Father: Raverne Draconia (MIA)

Mother: Maleanor Draconia (deceased)

Grandmother: Maleficia Draconia

Ancestor: Maleficent

Caretaker/guardian: Lilia Vanrouge

Bio:

Briar Valley has always struggled between the balance of Fae and Humans within the valley. This stemmed from centuries of conflict, when the Thorn Fairy Maleficent cursed the Princess Aurora with a sleeping curse. When her beloved Prince Phillip killed Maleficent and awoke Aurora from the curse, the daughter left behind by Maleficent vowed vengeance and thus began and deep conflict and war between humans and Fae.

Malleus in particular is a descendant of the Thorn Fairy herself, unlike the many Housewardens and Night Ravens College who hold no blood relation to any of the legendary figures representing their dorm.

Although he grew up in a time of peace, he was born in the middle of a dangerous war between humans and Fae, where his mother was killed shortly after he was born as an egg and his father went missing under suspicious circumstances.

He was left to be raised by his mother's best friend and closest confidant, Lilia Vanrouge, alongside Lilia's adopted son. It took 200 years for Malleus to hatch from his egg, as Briar Valley held it's breath if an heir would be born or if this was the end of the royal family of Briar Valley. As draconic fae eggs can only hatch from the deep love the parent has for their child, and as Lilia held a parental love to the point of using his own life force, Malleus had finally hatched.

When he was born, he took the form of a dragon for years and showed a great magical prowess from how quickly he was able to magically change his form to that of a humanoid Fae. This meant a great deal of pressure was put on Malleus to be the future king his kingdom needed, who could bring true peace to Briar Valley and finally put an end to thousands of years of conflict.

As per the instructions of his grandmother and Lilia's own attempts to bring him up as a proper ruler, Malleus was raised alone with only Silver and later Sebek to keep him company as friends, bodyguards and brother figures. Silver in particular was a cherished brotherly figure to Malleus, and Lilia was a beloved father figure considering he was Malleus' only paternal figure.

Despite being an extremely powerful mage, to the point where he was placed as one of the top 5 most powerful mages in the world, Lilia advised he still enroll in Night Ravens College and so he would. He didn't really have an interest, but Lilia insisted so he wouldn't end up a king isolated from the entire world. He wanted Malleus to learn about the world around him, make friends and have experiences to learn from.

However, despite being somewhat friendly with people when he meets them, Malleus is largely feared by the other students and so no one really talks to him aside from Silver, Sebek and Lilia. Many believe Malleus is cold and ruthless, but the reality is that he's deeply lonely and desires friendship as someone with hardly anyone in his life.

Malleus is naive, curious, calm, kind and confident but he can also be bratty, impulsive and childish. His biggest hobby is exploring ruins and examining/admiring gargoyles. He is actually the president, and only member, of the "Gargoyle studies club" where he goes around the school to admire the craftsmanship and design of gargoyles. His best skill is projection and teleportation, and he is also quite skilled at instruments like guitars and violins.

[gojot-t]

TOUCH MY BODY!!

How do they feel about your touch. . . ?

ft. jing yuan, fu xuan, stelle, veritas ratio (dr. ratio) and ruan mei

cw: kinda angst, fluff, long-life specie!reader on jing yuan, suggestive on ratio and yall bath together but nothing happens!, english is not my first language so probably grammar mistakes.

– JING YUAN.

Ohhh the almighty Jing Yuan. He actually likes your touch quite a bit! But let's begin from the start, shall we? After so many decades on the battlefield and losing ones that he held so close in his heart, he's scared that one day you won't be here anymore, that the ginkgo petals will take you away from him, in a place he cannot reach. At least, not for now.

He thought that his calloused hands could never learn to love and treat something gently again and in moments like this, your touch is a reassurance. You will always feel his hands on you, exploring, caressing and marking, never letting you go. Wants to dig the shape of his fingers and palm on your skin.

Loves cuddling with you in bed, hugs that take the air of you and planting sweet little kisses all over your face, moments like this, when you are safe in his arms, are the ones he cherishes the most.

– FU XUAN.

A serious woman, with such an important position and people that depend so strongly on her, has absolutely no time to fool around. Work consumes almost all of her life and time, always thinking what to do next, the best action to take. When she's thinking too fast, too hard, too caught up in her own head and work, your touch is a reminder.

Letting a breath you didn't even know you are holding, a piece of stability and a home. When you caress her cheek, gently brushing the hair there behind her ear, you are all that to her.

When she remembers moments that you slowly brush your fingers on her spine, your lips against her sealing unsaid promises, she suddenly has all the motivation to finish work as soon as possible and come back to your waiting arms.

– STELLE.

Sweet girl stelle, with no memories from what she is or came from, thought that occupying herself helping others she wouldn't have to think about, in her eyes, such frivolous questions. She has the express now and that's what matters.

But just sweeping it under the rug is never the solution and it always comes back to bite your ass later. Maybe it started with something small like falling into a cheap scam or the taste of your favorite food feeling off, but like a thread snapping and a dominos effect happening, everything suddenly is just not right.

The Stellaron inside her it's so heavy that it consumes her whole, not even letting the tears fall down and the air enter her body, legs losing force to stand on its own.

But then you're holding her face into your hands with so much care and so much worry about her. The numb pain turns into a soft feeling that overflows her to the edge, but instead it's nice, it's love.

Your touch is a remedy to her. One that she's addicted to and needs over and over again, never letting that bitter taste in the tongue.

– VERITAS RATIO.

A wise man with a sharp mind and bold tongue. Whether they admire his intelligence or despise his arrogance, everyone knows to respect him.

He puts himself on a high pedestal and so do the others, that's why he can't let absolutely a single soul know how the way you brush your fingers against his strong biceps and flutter your lashes so sweetly leave him completely weak on the knee.

Or how the reason he's always late for his classes is because he swears that is just one more kiss, only to chase your lips again when you pull back. Your touch is his biggest weakness.

His favorite time of the day is when you both are in the bathtub, you giggle and tease when the cold air hits and his skin shivers, but don't think he doesn't notice the way you stare so fixedly the water runs from his chin to his chest. Two can play this game after all.

– RUAN MEI.

She may be a renowned genius but when she's with you, she feels like a newborn again, with a whole world to discover.

Things that she takes as a truth collapse completely with one word from you and she loves this completely! Want to construct and deconstruct, and know everything about this feeling. Your touch is an experiment to her.

Why she feels like there's a million butterflies on her stomach when your lips meet hers? Do you feel like that too? Do you like it more soft or more rough? In what other ways can she make you both feel good like this?

As a researcher she's more than determined to find out the answer to all these questions. She just hope that you wouldn't mind being the main subject of her experiment this time. You will feel good, she promisse. And if you won't, she will be here to kiss all the pain away too.

a/n: omg guys im kinda proud of myself with this one ngl. im so excited to post this that i finished writing besides my mother on the bus😭 why jing yuan was so hard to write tho:/ i think i changed every line on his part at least three times loll. I hope you guys like this as much as i do! If you see any mistake plsss lmk><

[gumnut-logic]

Scott Tracy has been hugged by many people in his life. From the barest of touches to frantic life-sustaining holds that have almost taken his. Men, women, children, hell, even that koala that fell on him during a bushfire in new South Wales.

Those claws hurt.

All needed something of him.

Something he needs himself.

He is one to seek out touch. He has hugged in laughter, over coffee, in greeting after a long absence. There have been polite meetings with simple clasping of hands.

He has buried his body in the embrace of female company. Silken skin, soft lips and harsh breath.

Scott Tracy needs connection, a shared electricity with another human being.

Yet he has a tendency to keep himself aloof and isolated.

Protected.

One of his first memories is of being held by his mother. Gentle words and caring touch. Into that memory entered his father, grey eyes and a reassuring smile.

As he grew older there were brothers and stumbling enthusiastic grabs coupled with “Scotty!” Love on short chubby legs. Tears and tustles, struggles over math assignments and the last cannoli.

The loss of Mom and the hugs changed to clinging desperation and dependence. His father faded out for a while and Scott found himself giving more than receiving. But there were still hugs, young and troubled, coupled with Grandma.

Grandma gave ever so reassuring hugs. As he grew, she grew smaller, but her hugs were still as strong, if not even more. Loving, supportive and there.

Dad came back eventually, scarred and hurting, and there were tears and recriminations, but ultimately, he was Dad and Scott was Scott and there was too much love to sever anything. Scott had a trail of brothers behind him and a man he admired above all others in front of him.

The sky was his.

But he always needed Earth.

Especially when the sky took his father as well.

Scott staggered after that. How could that happen? So close….so close…

Four brothers. His sister. His grandmother. All looking to him, along with a world trying to measure his worth in comparison to a legend.

He needed touch more than ever before. Perhaps he sought it in places he shouldn’t have for a while, but family always drew him back.

His brothers, corralled by the eldest bar him, marshalled into line, ready to support in any way they could.

They were the Tracy family. They had lost a lot, but they still had each other.

So, Scott Tracy stepped into his father’s shoes and birthed a new legend. First there was Jeff Tracy, astronaut and entrepreneur.

Then there was Scott Tracy, rescue operative and business leader.

Hero.

In a family of heroes.

And while the legend outgrew the man, the man was still Scott Tracy. Who still needed the touch of another human.

One-night stands grew few and far between and were not missed. There were friends, but most were on the other side of the planet, far from their island paradise.

Grandma was still there. Grandma was always there. She caught him on days it was all too much. Walked with him to the far side of the island to watch the waves crash against the cliffs in a horrible metaphor to his dreams.

Quiet words. Calming touch. Ever reassurance as grey crept into his hair.

He was a parent to his brothers, leader to all.

Little Allie needed him as much as Scott had needed his father and Scott gave him everything he had. Those bright blue eyes, ever so eager, ever so admiring and aspiring, brought so much love, Scott’s heart swelled at each rocket-powered embrace.

Tanusha denied leadership. Kayo was as determined as he was and rebelled against containment. Her hugs were rough, passionate and ever so heartfelt. Her love was fuelled by anger and injustice and he found himself stepping between her and hurt. His little sister protected her brothers and Scott protected her from the world as best he could.

Gordon, ever so focussed and so achieving, fought to the highest heights, only to fall into the worst of lows as they nearly lost another cherished family member.

Scott wasn’t sure he could bury another Tracy.

He didn’t think he could do it.

There were moments of absolute despair.

It was Grandma and his older brothers who kept him sane. Kept him balancing everything, including himself.

But Gordon was a stubborn fish. His little brother fought with everything he had and won again. No gold medals, no cheering crowds, just that triumphant hug at the end of the walking rails as he collapsed into Scott’s arms.

There were tears.

Of so much happiness.

Gordon grew to be the sunlight in their lives.

The quiet touch of John was to be cherished. His reclusive brother, taught by society that different was unacceptable, did not open up very often, even to family, his staunchest allies.

But there were vulnerable moments, simple, loving moments where his brother would reach out and Scott would gratefully receive.

Love has its own diversity and the only requirement is acceptance.

Sometimes John’s words were as powerful as his touch and in the dark moments, sometimes Scott clung to them to the point of keeping a quote stored on his phone so he could reread it and remember that no matter how far away John was, he was there.

But there was one brother who stood with him on equal terms. One who was willing to put him in his place, pick him up off the floor and yell at him when it was needed.

His best friend.

His confident.

The Earth to his Sky.

Virgil was always there with a calm word, reassuring touch, a reality that snapped him into line. He was the sounding board and the enactor. Scott planned it. Virgil made it happen.

Perhaps it was the medical knowledge or just a brotherly sixth sense, but Virgil always knew exactly what Scott needed. He knew the need of a firm word, or a denial, a hand on a shoulder and ultimately when everything was just too much, to wrap him in flannel clad arms and just hide him from the world for a few precious moments.

His eldest brother possessed a warmth that was as passionate as any of his brothers’, but tempered with a calm that stilled Scott’s frantic mind.

Ever so gently.

So, Scott Tracy needs connection, a shared electricity with another human being.

Yet he has a tendency to keep himself aloof and isolated.

Protected.

But he has a family who knows better, a family marshalled by a kick ass grandmother and an eldest brother who will bulldoze through whatever is thrown at them to get Scott whatever he needs.

Because they love him as much as he loves them.

And honestly, that is everything.

-o-o-o-

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Yandere!Natasha with an ADD!Autistic!S/O.

*Not my GIF.

(I don’t know Nat as well as I know Wanda, but I was recently paired up with her for a Yandere matchup thing, so I figured why not?)

Note: Reader is 18+. I do not condone real-life Yandere behavior.

Warnings: Harassment mention, catcalling mention, murder, torture mention.

Nat has her eyes on you from the very beginning.

Tony introduces you as a new member of the Avengers, one of the youngest, and BOOM! Nat’s completely smitten.

You’re just so shy and sweet; it’s clear to Nat that she needs to protect you AT ALL COSTS.

She’s not the very first to introduce herself; she wants to observe how you react to various ways of people talking to you, so she can get the best idea on how to approach you.

Nat intensely, and I mean intensely, researches you. Your Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, tumblr, fanfiction.net, ao3, search history, bookmarks, phone, literally everything. Her spy training pays off here; you don’t suspect a thing.

She finds out about your autism and ADD through it all as well.

She doesn’t dare to bring it up to you, though. Not yet.

After some time, she finally introduces herself.

You’re pretty taken aback.

“I was so convinced that you hated me.”

“Of course not. I just wanted to make sure of the best way to introduce myself.”

Nat asks you about your likes and dislikes, but taking it a bit at a time, knowing that too many questions at a time can be overwhelming for you.

You’re touched and shocked by this. Most people overwhelm you with so many questions at once, but not Nat.

You try to ask her questions, but she doesn’t seem interested in letting you know about herself.

Little sketch, but you’re so smitten that someone wants to listen you talk about things you like.

She leaves you little gifts, generic ones, but cute nonetheless.

She’ll also do nice things; how did your room get so clean and in exactly the way you wanted it? That’s Nat’s surveillance and attention to detail at work. 

She’ll likely have the room secretly bugged, cameras and microphones everywhere. But as soon as you undress, they turn off and don’t come back on until you’re dressed again. She may be a spy, but there are some boundaries she will not cross.

But that’s not to say she won’t cross some.

Like others trying to get with you.

It’ll depend on how severe it is.

The guy who winked at you at the coffee shop? Expect him to go missing in the next 24 hours or less. 

If he’s compliant, he’ll be set free, but completely traumatized. 

If he steps out of line? He might as well have had his will written out.

Depending on how severe the crime was, Nat may give him a quick death or a slow and painful one.

But then there are the worst of the offenders.

You get catcalled and harassed by this one guy. 

And that doesn’t slide with Nat.

Doesn’t matter if he’s compliant or not. He’s a goner.

Usually in less than 1 hour. At most he’s got 6 hours left of life.

She’s obviously gonna make sure he dies slowly and painfully, but not without a little torture first.

Depending on if you knew the person or not, and if you had a good relationship with them, she may have some guilt, but will absolutely comfort you when you return to the compound in tears. 

She’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, some of them in Russian, and even sing some Russian lullabies.

Now the Avengers are a different story.

These people are practically family to her; she can’t murder them. 

Plus it certainly would not go unnoticed if she did murder them.

Steve and Bucky may playfully flirt with you, but they know you’re Nat’s, so she lets it slide. 

Wanda absolutely adores you, more in a platonic and familial sense, and has basically adopted you as her little sibling. 

Nat understands the pain Wanda’s gone through in terms of family, so this is one she lets slide as well. Plus it makes you so happy to have a big sister like Wanda, and Nat loves seeing you happy.

Peter’s psyched to have someone as sweet and playful as you on the team, so he likes to be around you when he can. Nat lets this slide, provided that he gives you space.

Even if he spends too much time around you, Nat wouldn’t have the heart to glare him down; he’s too sweet for that. She’d just have a small talk with him. Yes, an actual talk.

Tony may flirt with you, but Nat’s able to glare him down into getting right back to work. 

One night you’re talking about something you’re passionate about, and after you’re done, Nat tells you about how much she admires your passion and asks what your secret is.

You’ve known Nat for a while now, and you trust her a lot, so you tell her that you’re autistic and have ADD.

Nat’s very understanding and asks about what she can do to make things more sensory-friendly and such. 

And you can bet she implements those. 

The other Avengers become in the know and also help out.

Nat’s ready for whenever you have a meltdown or shutdown, even during battle. 

She always makes sure that the kitchen has sensory-friendly foods in stock. 

She finds it so freaking adorable when you go on tangents and talk about what you’re passionate about.

She respects when you like being touched and when you don’t. She cherishes the moments when you feel comfortable enough to be cuddled. Nat is a big ole teddy bear when cuddling with you and she just thinks you’re so freaking adorable whether you have your head on her shoulder or just nestling up against her.

Finally comes the day where Nat confesses that she’s in love with you and asks you to be hers. 

If you say yes, you will basically be the happiest person ever. Nat will give you so much love and affection, and anything that you want is yours. All you have to do is ask. 

If you say no.....that’s basically asking for your freedom to be murdered. Nat will sound disappointed, but say that she understands. 

Be prepared to wake up the next day and find yourself tied down in a soundproof bedroom. The only door in there leads into Nat’s bedroom. 

Nat will wait as long as it takes for you to love her. 

But you will.

You most definitely will.

She’ll make certain of it.

[fairyoftbz]

it's never too late... | b. jacob

🏀 pairing: crush! basketball player! jacob x fem!reader 🏀 genre: high school!au, fluff, (sort of) strangers/acquaintances-to-lovers 🏀 word count: 5.2k 🏀 tw: very cliché 😳 and it goes kinda fast lmaoo 🏀 a/n: lisa I'm sorry I took this long to do your request, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless!! ALSO: to my fellow Americans, here football = soccer!! 🏀 requested: yes! thank you lisa!! @skrtbabe

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You had waited for this time since the beginning of your academic journey there. Graduating from high school was two months away, and it felt just as exciting as weird.

It felt like you had started your first year last week, but the amount of work and time spent in those dull buildings makes you feel like you’ve been there for at least five years.

It was exhausting to attend classes and see the same people every single day of the year, with repetitive subjects, annoying or cool teachers depending on your luck and everything that followed. The homework, the assignments, the small -or not so small- fights between classes or groups of people, you were praying that university wouldn’t sound like that.

However, at the same time, you were almost starting to feel nostalgic for this time. The last years where you could remain a bit silly before entering the adult world, being in your last teen years with people that you appreciated and met there. You chose to do this before letting them go and live your own lives, memories that will disappear if you don’t cherish them enough.

So, with Soyeon, your best friend, you decided to enjoy the time that you had left to do things together while still studying and revising for the exams, which was sometimes not easy to do. Yes, you shared classes, but personal and private activities sometimes came in the way and prevented you from hanging out.

“It’s life after all,” she said one night over the phone as you shared your opinion on this topic, “it’s good that we can be together almost 24/7, but sometimes, things don’t allow us to be together. It might be for the best, we never know,” she said, trying to be positive no matter the situation she was in, but you knew her well. As much as she wants to appear strong, you had found her many times crying on her own. But it was her personality, and no matter how hard you tried to change her, what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh.

Soyeon wasn’t your only friend, you were getting along well with most of your girl classmates, as well as the boys that weren’t suffocating under the number of pick-me-girls that were populating your school and your class.

Sadly for you, you’ve been eyeing the most popular (and prettiest) boy in your whole school since you crossed gaze with him at the very beginning of your first year there. Jacob, your crush, was also the star basketball player of your school, and constantly surrounded and attracting cheerleaders or rich, random, good-looking girls, which had a knack for getting on your nerves. He was always spending time together with his pals and teammates, but other people as well. Everyone wanted to be his friend because you know, he had a promising career ahead of him, so it was always nice to be friends with a potential future celebrity.

As defeated as you were, there was still a small voice in your head telling you to do something before he left to go back to his home country, South Korea, where he had a career already planned and traced out.

You were confused as it was almost impossible for you to get a chance with him since you were not one of those girls and you simply couldn’t compete against them, but Soyeon and her boyfriend Sunwoo were always there to praise you and reassure you about your potential chances of dating him. Never convinced by your friends’ words, you had tried many times to get him out of your head and focus on someone else, but it never worked. Everything came back to him. He was unique and oh so nice, everything reminded you of him, and it was sickening at this point.

“He won't get out of my head, it’s getting on my nerves,” you shared your thoughts to your best friend as you braced your head in your hands, slapping your cheeks as if it were going to change anything and help you throw Jacob out of your brain.

“Why do I keep this stupid boy in my head when I know I don’t stand a single chance against those girls,” you slapped your cheeks harder and whined as Soyeon’s hand landed on your wrist.

“Y/N, stop your nonsense. You are perfect, you don’t need to change anything for him!”

“It’s easier said than done, you pulled the football star player!” you exclaimed, and she rolled her eyes, shifting closer to whisper.

“He pulled me because he knew that I am pretty, and that wouldn’t change a single thing for him. If he’s not happy with who I am, he can leave,” she shrugs, signalling you to do the same if you dated Jacob.

Sunwoo was also among the popular boys, but your friend remained the same, not even trying to fit in with the popular girls. She claimed that Sunwoo fell in love with her for her true self, so she didn’t see the point of changing to please other people. And you wished you had her confidence and her strength, admiring her for not changing anything about herself to please others.

Back to the present.

You felt stuck, desperately in love with an unapproachable boy who was too popular and way out of your league to be lucky to have his eyes sparing you any sort of attention. Even if he was a sweet young man, he was always surrounded by popular people, who were trying to hook up or use him for his school fame and sharp features.

One day, while studying with your best friend at the library, Sunwoo and one of his friends, Hyunjae, the football captain, burst into the library and come not so quietly to your table.

“For the love of God, can you both be quiet for once?” Soyeon whispered-yelled but her voice got toned down by Sunwoo vividly pressing his lips on hers, an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Hyunjae laughed but quickly gagged as they didn’t stop the kiss as quickly as the captain wished.

“Gosh, please, get a room,” he mumbled before hugging you, your knee resting against his as his arms pressed you against his chest.

Your friendship with Hyunjae felt more like siblings, he was genuinely nice and caring with you, making sure that you were okay and that you had enough of everything before allowing you to go home. Despite all the teasing and a few rumours going around school, you were not dating and didn’t have any romantic feelings for each other. He simply checked that you had an older brother figure since you were the first-born child, and it felt relieving.

The thing you did not know was that Jacob and a few of his basketball teammates, Juyeon, Eric and Younghoon, were a few tables away from yours, your back facing them, the future star looking at you and Hyunjae from the corner of his eyes. He nodded at his friend at your table, who gave him a wink as an answer, Jacob’s eyes burning holes into your back as Hyunjae was close to you. Too close to you for the basketball player not to feel something churn in his stomach.

Two long, manicured fingers snapped in front of his eyes to get him out of his reverie, lazily looking at the girl that sat across from him, who he was supposed to get help from.

“Jacob please, pay attention to meeeeee,” she whined and pouted, giving him puppy eyes that he couldn’t give a single fuck about, too busy in his mind to hear what she had to say.

She had volunteered to help him study History, but she wasn’t any better, probably worse than he was. It was already the third time Juyeon corrected her basic knowledge without being an expert himself, not even caring about the death glares she kept sending him. It only made him smirk as he knew it irked her dearly yet amused the rest of the table a lot.

They all sighed as she finally took the hint and left their table, Jacob bitterly chuckling as Hyunjae rolled his eyes when she walked past your table, his demeanour making you laugh.

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“Bro, do you think I should ask Y/N for help? Isn’t that a bit… lame?” Jacob sat on one of the soccer balls, hands joined and panting as Sunwoo practised his dribbling skills before shooting the ball in the cages, aiming for the up-right corner. He trotted to his friend and collapsed on the grass next to him, the last rays of sunshine offering his skin a wonderful, honey glow. He ruffled his hair after plopping down, checking his phone for any message before answering.

“If you need help, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask her. I mean, she’s super smart in every subject, but she’s just the boss in History. Her presentations are always golden, and she explains things a lot better than some of the teachers.”

“I got Smith as a teacher,” the basketball player grimaced, his left hand holding his right wrist as his gaze wandered in the grass.

“We’ve got Antal, and I can tell you that she’s always mad when Y/N does a presentation because they honestly just sound better than her lessons,” Sunwoo chuckled as Jacob pondered his friend’s words, the gears of his mind working at full speed.

How is he going to be able to approach you and get to talk to you?

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“Bestie, no. I swear I saw that in the other book,” you said as you found yourself back in the library the following week, bending over the table to grab the book your best friend was resting hers on. You started flipping some pages when a loud, masculine chortle followed by some whispers of annoyance drawing your attention.

“Hi, babe! Hi Hyunj- Oh hi Jacob!” your neck almost snapped as you abruptly lifted your head up at the mention of your crush’s name, a small, embarrassed smile making its way on your mouth. You were a bit sad that your brother best friend was not here with Sunwoo, but you weren’t going to complain to have your crush instead.

“Can I sit here?” the basketball player asked in a soft voice while pointing at the empty spot next to you, making you quickly nod and gather your stuff to make him some space.

You resumed searching for the precious paragraph you were searching for your project as if it were nothing, trying to ignore your stammering heart in your chest and the couple eating each other's mouths. The only thing you hoped was that Jacob couldn’t hear the loud, irregular beats in your ribcage because it would give in your attraction to him.

“Hum, Y/N?” the voice next to you made you flinch, surprised that he knew your name and that he said it aloud.

“Y-Yes?” you said, cursing in your head as you stuttered.

“I heard that you were the Ace when it came to History,” Jacob started, and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes, fire spreading in your chest up to your face.

“I can’t really say that I’m the Ace, but I really love that subject, so yeah I have some… knowledge,” words tripped over your tongue, and your best friend pulled away from Sunwoo and scoffed.

“Some knowledge? Are you kidding?” she said, Sunwoo placing a hand on her mouth as she was louder than intended. She removed his palm and furrowed her brows at him, before turning her head back at you with the same angry expression.

“She knows so fucking much that Antal hates her because she feels humiliated compared to Y/N. So let me tell you one thing, Cobbie, if you need help, you’ve come to the right person. Y/N is just a living encyclopaedia,” your best friend proudly smirked as you glowered at her, Sunwoo chuckling at his girlfriend’s behaviour before immediately stopping.

“Wait, did you call him Cobbie? How come you call him like that when I get nothing other than babe or baby?” Sunwoo argued while pouting, and your best friend sighed, ruffling his hair before pressing her lips against his one more time, making you slightly grimace as envy flooded your veins.

You sighed and dared to look at Jacob, who was reading the beginning of your essay written on your computer, leaving Sunwoo and your best friend bicker like the cute couple they were.

“Do you have this project too?” you asked, and he shook his head, eyes remaining glued on the computer screen.

“It’s so interesting what you wrote, I like your way of writing and explaining stuff,” he offered a small smile as he looked at you, clearing his throat. For someone that was super popular and constantly surrounded by friends or people at parties, he behaved and sounded quite like an introvert.

“W-Well, thank you,” you said with a smile and turned your head to the side for a second, taking a deep breath before looking back at him, opening a new tab on your computer after he gestured to you that he was done reading.

“What do you need help with?”

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You were astonished at how quick-minded Jacob was. Behind his fit, muscular appearance and obsession with basketball, he had the soul of a thinker and grasped the knowledge of historical concepts quite easily and rapidly. He just wasn’t good with the way Smith was teaching, the method not suiting him.

“You retain things well for someone who hates History,” you joked, and he shyly smiled, scratching his neck. His smile looked gorgeous, and you were pleasantly surprised at how much of a genuine person he was.

“Well, History is not my cup of tea, but it might be a bit more thanks to you,” he said, and you tried to stifle a smile, thankful that your best friend was no longer sitting across from you because she wouldn’t have let you two live.

“It’s nothing. You can come back to me if you need help, I really don’t mind. I actually like explaining things,” you said, and he nodded, clicking your pen close before placing it in your pouch.

“Thank you, really. Sunwoo was actually the one that told me about you, so I have to thank him as well,” you stood up and slowly started to pack your stuff, shutting down your computer with a smile.

“I’m glad he did so, I just hope it was positive,” you giggled, and he quickly joined you, twirling his pen in between his fingers as he cleared his throat.

“You know, it’s Sunwoo. It can only be nice and positive,” you genuinely smiled at him and fall in silence, throwing glances at each other from time to time as the conversation was slowly starting to die down.

“And... How’s basketball going by the way? Is everything going well?” you asked, and his heart skipped a beat at your question as it took him off guard.

“I-It’s going pretty well, I’m excited to finish high school to be able to focus on basketball. I’m gonna have to take some of my last finals in South Korea because the season and the training start pretty early in Summer so…” his voice trailed as his eyes widened, a hand slapping his mouth as you both stood up.

“What?” you quizzed, confused by his sudden change of behaviour.

“I… was meant to keep this a secret,” his voice trailed, the end of his sentence falling in a whisper as he started panicking. “Can we pretend you didn’t hear what I said?” he asked as you placed your bag strap on your shoulder, taking your sweater before pushing the chair against the table.

“Said what?” you replied with a smile, and Jacob sighed in relief, somehow feeling like his secret was safe with you, even if you’ve talked to him for the first time at the beginning of the afternoon.

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The rest of the month rolled off smoothly, yet the stress and the revisions became more intense as the days went by. You didn’t hear anything back from Jacob, but you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, offering him an awkward wave and a smile as not to get noticed by some of his “fan girls”, as they called themselves.

You still had a whole month left before finals, and you felt blessed as summer decided to start a bit earlier this year. It was only the beginning of May, but you were already able to wear shorts and dresses. It felt good to see the blue sky and being surrounded by the warmth of the sun hitting your exposed skin after the cold, lonely winter and spring you’ve just got out of. Everything looked prettier and warmer, and it did nothing but make you happier and brighter, despite the stress of the finals piling up on your shoulders.

So, to get rid of this pressure, you decided to leave town with Hyunjae and let him drive to one of the lakes that surrounded your town, knowing that the beach and parks would get crowded in no time. It was a place that you used to go to with your parents when you were still a child, memories that you shared with your friend coming back flooding in your mind.

Hyunjae and his family tagged along to give you some company and take care of you as your parents were busy looking after your newborn twin sisters, Hyunjae and his younger brother acting like elder siblings to you.

After driving for a few dozens of minutes, you settled your stuff in the shade, right under a weeping willow that offered you freshness throughout the entire day. Your best friend napped almost the entire time you were there, hand lingering on his abs while the other plucked out some grass until he dozed off, trying to store as many hours of rest as possible before finals. By his side was you, reading a book and enjoying the chilly water to cool down from the hot temperatures of early Summer, playfully nudging the young man next to you each time he was starting to snore.

It’s near the middle of the afternoon that you heard another car pulling up near the lake, a bunch of excited teenagers coming out of a van. You didn’t pay much attention to them, only sighing as your peace was about to get ruined, their screams when they jumped in the water woke your best friend up.

He abruptly sat up next to you and rubbed his eyes, some sleeping marks lingering on his face, making you giggle. Being the short-sighted idiot that he was, he squinted to try and recognise some people, but he didn’t have to.

A young woman screamed and started jumping up and down, waving her arms above her head in your direction, hearing her scream something towards you.

You looked at each other with Hyunjae, confusion painted on your faces, hearing your phone buzz in your small bag hidden by your folded clothes.

“Hello?” you said as Hyunjae’s phone started vibrating too, picking up the call as well.

“Y/N, it’s us! We’re on the opposite side of the lake! Come and join us!” you heard your best friend yell in your ear, hearing her as well through Hyunjae’s phone, who picked up a call from her boyfriend.

“Okay, we’re coming!” you excitingly said as you hung up, waving at your best friend from your spot as you started packing your stuff to get back in the car and meet up with your friends.

Your best friend excitingly jumped in your arms as soon as you got out of the car,

“Tt’s crazy how we’re so connected! Did you also think that the beach would be crowded?” she asked, and you nodded with a smile, happy to see her this joyful to see you.

The inseparable duo was here, as well as Younghoon, Jacob, Eric, Juyeon and Sangyeon, the striker of the football team. They all engulfed you in a tight hug, Jacob staying in the background the entire time.

“Hi Jacob!” you brightly said and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close. “Hi Y/N,” his answer vibrated in his chest and had repercussions in yours, sending your heart flying in your ribcage.

You looked so good being this carefree, it was thankfully a sight that he managed to imprint in his mind despite the shortness of the moment. Being surrounded by all your friends felt so good that you forgot to be awkward and worry about the stupidest things, and Jacob adored seeing you this natural and smiling in the company of your friends. He was a bit sad that he wasn’t fully the reason for your smile though, but he still managed to enjoy the rest of the day with you and your mutual friends, whether you were on the ground or in the water.

Sangyeon, Younghoon and Juyeon copied Hyunjae and joined him in a restoring nap, while Eric, Sunwoo, Jacob, Soyeon and you played different games in the water, improvising a volleyball match with an imaginary net and the ball Sunwoo took with him as the volleyball, but it did the job. It was just a bit hurtful for the liberos since it wasn’t as soft and bouncy as a volleyball, but the joy of the moment allowed any type of pain to become bearable.

The evening eventually started to settle in, and you all got out of the water, drying yourselves before deciding to spend a part of the night here. You helped Sangyeon build a bonfire in the safe area by bringing some different branches, the eldest placing them correctly before lighting them with his pocket lighter.

“Hyung! I didn’t know you were a boy-scout,” Sunwoo exclaimed and made everyone laughed as you all were sliding some marshmallows on a stick, Sangyeon smiling with modesty at everyone.

“Ya, don’t say this,” Sangyeon mumbled, and you smile, rubbing his upper back as he sat down next to you, thanking him when you handed him over his marshmallow stick.

“Oh no! Mine burnt,” Soyeon pouted when she retrieved her snack from the flames, and her boyfriend was quick to give her his sweets, Eric cooing at the gesture of affection.

“Give it to me, I like them burnt,” he mumbled as he bit in the fluffy texture, immediately regretting it as it was boiling. His girlfriend handed him water as he stood up, bouncing up and down to try and reduce what felt like flames in his mouth.

“Oh my, thanks babe,” he muttered with his mouth stuffed when he gulped down everything with a pained expression on his face. Eric’s eyes filled with boredom locked into yours and you both chuckled, your friend shaking his head.

“When is it gonna be my turn,” he huffed and Sunwoo hit him playfully in the back as you all laughed around the bonfire, relating to your friend.

“When you’ll stop being obsessed with football and mango juice,” Eric grunted and folded his arms over his chest as Sangyeon called him out, making you coo and playfully run to him, holding him against you as he fake-cried on your chest while everyone was laughing at him.

Except for Jacob, who only offered a weak smile, but you didn’t catch it, too busy having fun and being light-hearted with your friends.

After your stomachs were filled with sweets and soda, Sunwoo pulled out his guitar and strummed a soft melody until some became heavy-eyed or fell asleep against the other, his girlfriend succumbing to his musical talents first. Jacob looked exhausted as well but forced his eyes open, finding him even hotter with hooded eyelids and his hair slightly curling with the humidity of the air and the lake water.

When it was time to go home, Hyunjae, as well as Younghoon, Sunwoo, Soyeon and Eric decided to jump into Hyunjae’s car to go to the beach, feeling the urge and the thrill of going skinny-dipping. On the other hand, you and the rest of the boys were too exhausted and modest to do this, only wanting to go home and get some good rest.

Just like they had arrived, Sangyeon was behind the wheel while the rest was either next to him or in the back seat. And you didn’t know how it happened, but you got stuck between the window and Jacob, who was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You good?” you asked, and he turned his head towards you before offering you a tired yet sweet smile, moving his head up and down.

“I'm just exhausted, tonight was simply amazing,” he mumbled, and you expressed your agreement by a happy hum and a nod, bringing your attention to your eldest friend.

“Are you sure you’re awake enough to drive?” you enquired on the current situation and Sangyeon looks at you through the inner rear-view mirror, eyes forming two crescent moons as he smiled.

“I just jumped in the water, I’m nothing but awake,” he clapped in his hands to motivate himself and started the engine, your best friend’s car already gone.

Jacob rested his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, his head rolling to the side each time Sangyeon took a turn. You settled yourself on the window and let the vibrations of the car lull you to sleep, the small talk that Sangyeon and Juyeon were having in the front seats acted like a background noise, which helped you dozing off.

However, when the car pulled up in front of your house, they didn’t expect you to have your head resting against Jacob’s shoulder, his hand on your knee. The two men smiled at each other before Sangyeon got out of the vehicle, drawing the door open. As he was about to carry you to your doorstep, Jacob’s arm was quick to wrap itself around your waist, keeping you close to him.

You woke up confused, blinking a few times as you saw the striker standing next to you with a wide smile on his face. He removed a limb around your body, and you felt someone groan under your right shoulder, noticing in dread that you snuggled up to Jacob for some warmth in your sleep.

“You gotta go before the beast wakes up,” Sangyeon joked and winked as he helped you get out of the car, closing the door behind you. It opened again a few seconds later, Jacob looking just as confused as you were.

“Come on, lovebirds, we don’t have the night.”

“Lovebirds?” Jacob and you asked in unison, the basketball player rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. He jumped out of the van and gestured to Sangyeon to get back in.

“You can go, I live just around the corner,” he drowsily said as he vaguely gestured behind him.

“You sure? Your house is on my way back home, I can drop you off,” Sangyeon suggested but he refused, offering a handshake to the striker before letting him go.

Being more awake now, you waved at your friends driving away before turning to your crush, who looked even more adorable as he was super sleepy and just woke up.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay? You look really tired,” you asked, voice still laced with sleep yet sounding caring, which made Jacob’s heartbeat fasten. He nodded and weakly smiled, taking a step closer to you. His attitude was a bolt from the blue as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“You felt so warm during the ride, it’s almost like I could get used to this,” he tiredly said with a smile, gently pulling away to stare at you, his fingers leaving your back to come and slide a wild piece of hair behind your ear. Your whole body stiffened at his words as he stared at you in the eyes, noticing a small, washed-out smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit... late to start something with someone? I mean, we have finals and then y-you’re le-leaving for South Korea and-” you started stammering as his thumb gently stroked your cheek, loving watching you lose your composure at his display of affection.

“It’s never too late when you love someone,” he whispered, feeling his warm breath tickling your lips in such a delicious manner that you have to resist the urge to move forward and press your lips against his.

His words punched the air out of your lungs, leaving you breathless as he kissed your cheek, mouth slowly moving to the side until it reached your lips. The kiss was soft yet a bit on the rougher side as if he wanted you to understand every feeling he had for you. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and you kissed him harder, deeper, his hands on your lower back pulling you flush against him.

You had dreamt, wondered about what it was like kissing Jacob, but it never felt as good as you were experiencing it now. Fireworks and butterflies were erupting in your stomach, leaving you dizzy with love and passion as one of his hands came and cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb gently caressing the skin.

Once you pulled away for oxygen, you held onto his shoulders for your dear life and he chuckled, his mouth slowly travelling down to your neck.

“I-I think my… my- oh my god, my parents will worry,” you gently pushed him away and he stared at you with a smile before diving in to capture your lips in another soft kiss.

“I'm only letting you go if you're free tomorrow. Let's put that off to tomorrow, shall we?” he asked, and your eyes widened at his suggestion.

“We can go back to the lake if you want, but only if we’re alone,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek while the other was busy stroking your upper back up and down.

“I want to enjoy this with you and you only,” he added, mumbling against your mouth and this time, you’re the one pulling him for a kiss.

“Come and pick me up at 10, then,” you said as you pulled away.

“I’ll be there, I promise,” he answered and started walking towards your house, closing the front gate behind you, waving at him with a smile.

He sent you a flying kiss with a smile and you waved at him one last time before closing the main door of your house behind you, both sighing with a huge smile and warmth painted on your faces.

You peeled the clothes off your skin and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, shaking your head left to right while chuckling as you recalled what just happened in your last month of high school.

Nothing was making sense, you didn’t know how you got there, but you were happy.

And that’s what mattered the most.

[nenithil]

continue on the Ackermans

Although Ackerbond was debunk by Zeke in manga, the arc of these three characters remain roughly: that is, Ackerbond exists to be overcome by them, not to be praised nor indulged

I've analyzed Kenny and Levi before

Kenny's reason for following Uri: why could this man claim love and peace so naturally, as if he is free from the bondage of violence in the world? Is it because he is too mighty?

We must note that Kenny's actions are linked to his "dream" rather than Uri's wishes. He designed to take away the power of the Titan - which is absolutely not what Uri hoped him to do

Before his death, Kenny realized that Uri was also a man who could not escape the shackles, he was just a slave

——The reason why he followed Uri, that is, strong power and will, became void before he died

Levi trusted Erwin because Erwin "had selfless and altruistic goals" and "was a leader who can ruthlessly insist on his decision for mankind", it was hope of mankind

Levi then has realized that Erwin's goal is highly personal, not selfless at all; Erwin was not such a ruthless man, he also has moral uneasiness and guilt towards his comrades which almost destroyed his mental stability; Ruthless leaders, demons, might not become the true hope of mankind.

——In this cognitive change, his main reasons for following the "leader" collapsed, so he let Erwin die and chose Armin. He no longer expected leaders to give him clear goals, nor did he count on Armin's leadership,.

Mikasa - because of romantic love narrative, her arc is easy to be ignored. Considering Mikasa's childhood: her father is Ackerman, who was chased and persecuted by monarchy. Her mother's blood and beauty made her coveted by criminal forces and human traffickers

——She was born in a family abandoned and persecuted by the whole society.

At this time, when she lost everything and was in the most danger, Eren killed the trafficker with an unimaginable will and impulse, then encouraged her to continue fighting

——From what Nile said later, we knew that Eren's action completely broke people's common sense. He gave up his consideration of safety, his dependence on the law and police system, and even partially gave up the normal fear of killing human. All this is just to save a strange girl. What he did could be seen as "monster".

In addition to giving Mikasa a home, his influence on Mikasa's concept is also huge.

So Mikasa said, thank you for teaching me the way to live.

Fight, fight, you can't win without fighting. Only when you win can you survive.

In her heart, her world is of a beautiful and warm home, surrounded by the cruel jungle. She will not surrender to this cruelty. In order to keep the lights of this small, bright family, she would continue to enhance her strength to protect them.

And Eren, in her eyes, is a similar person to her, who is willing to guard this small family with everything, whether the enemies are the human traffickers or the whole world that surrounded them.

Later, Mikasa joined the army, she met someone who had gradual impacts on herself, including Ian, Levi, Hanji, Armin, Sasha... And Louis and her mother.

Their effect expanded the small home she cherished slowly, and let her know that it was not only a large jungle that surrounded her, but also many small homes like hers. As long as they understand each other, they may gain trust and friendship.

But, when Eren attacked Liberio, her admiration and belief in Eren wavered. She believed that Eren is still the one who wanted to protect her friends, but the world in her eyes also has too many homes like hers. She would no longer feel that just for her own family, these families, those innocent children, should be destroyed as she suffered.

When Louis said to Mikasa that you taught me to be brave against unreasonable power and violence, Mikasa was silent. She remembered how she was shocked by Eren, how she took Eren and his words as her way of life. But all these are no longer her belief. She saw the light of Eren and the blood inside the light. She no longer took it for granted.

So she did not hesitate to follow Hanji to stop Eren. Out of love, it is difficult for her to make up her mind to kill Eren, but she was no longer the girl who can firmly claim that "Eren is our hope, please trust him".

The arc of these three Ackermans in manga，are actually stories that they determined and entrusted their ideal incorrectly to individuals(so called "liege"), then they slowly realized the reality, recognized the limitations of mankind from the "liege", eventually made their own choices freely.

This is Ackerman's struggle against their old experience and nature

Thanks @ourmondobongo for discussion❤

supplement:

[stopeatingwhales]

particles x damon albarn

the lyrics to this song are genuinely so beautiful, like i honestly cannot describe enough how much i adore this song my goodness

Pairing: present day damon x reader

Warnings: none :D

Word count: 1.881

Requested by anon <3

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It had been two months since I had last seen him. Two whole months since he had set foot in our home; two whole months since he said goodbye to leave for tour. The home that we shared had began to inhabit a sense of eeriness, some nights the walls began to feel as if they were closing in on me, trapping me from any interaction with the outside world, as if to hold me hostage by my own insanity, although other nights the space felt extremely large, almost too big for one person to be able to waste their nights alone in, encapsulating my mind in a constant conflict of obstructive thoughts, forcing me to overthink every tiny detail that was conveyed on the pale stained walls, the wooden floorboards, the arrangement of the furniture, resulting in many a time of me moving around heavy tables and chairs until the image of the room settled my mind’s anxiety. Allowing distance to get in the lines of mine and Damon’s relationship, it was simply uncanny that I was going to miss him; he was the carcass that kept me sane, the being that granted me peace in myself, ease on my mind to prevent such mania from enrapturing my brain, the person that engulfed me into a stupor of adoration and affection that one could never understand the authentic strength until felt - what some perceive as paramour, true love, something so overstimulating that once separated such thing desperation beguiles you to surround yourself with, only a mere sensation of emptiness is all that is felt inside, as if your limbs are damaged, your insides constantly in a state of sickness that you are convinced you’re in need of some form of professional assistance, but it is simply the alchemy, the poison of the apprehension that captivates you from the estrangement from your significant other. Though that wasn’t to say that wasn’t proud of Damon; I embraced fondness and admiration for everything that he did and was so dedicated in doing, his talent and immense knowledge for the art form that speaks to you demonstrated his ability to move millions of people, uniting as one in concerts, all touched from the same, simple string of melodies, proving his true gift and genius that is inside his brain.

I tried to pry my thoughts away from the excitement that had been seeping into my veins from the fact that he was returning home today, in an attempt to focus my mind on whatever had been showing on the television, but there was no use. To be cradled in his arms was all that I had longed, the thought clouding my brain almost every single night that I had thrown my body onto the linen sheets, trying to wrap my body around the duvet to replicate the specific warmth that had enveloped my body when in his arms, his body completely dominating mine, his hands running through my hair gently, apologising with a kiss on the top of my head when he accidentally pulled too roughly, my face buried in his chest as a blush would suddenly creep onto my cheeks, our embrace fulfilling me with a nest of blooming butterflies in my body, a poignant sensation of nervousness and reverence for the man that had me cooped up in his arms, the same feelings that would embody you whilst walking past your first crush during primary school, accidentally brushing your hands against one another’s, sending your mind into overdrive as if to think that the person was the love of your life. Such emotions never left, and I doubted that they ever would; supposing that is true love, he could make me feel like a little girl squealing over her teenage idol because of how perfect he was, just from being himself.

“I’m home, love,” I heard a voice call out in the hallway, accompanied by the soft slam of the front door, the tone of voice lacing a certain amount of raspiness, perhaps from a cigarette that had just been inhaled. My head instantly turned to the door of the living room, eyes settling upon the sight of Damon, who had a small grin curved on his lips, his gaze captured with joy and desire, perhaps from gratification towards the understanding that the tour had finally ended, as well as the fact that he was able to finally see me once again - my expression equally reciprocating his happiness. Instantly jumping from my seat on the couch, I rushed over to him as I threw my arms around him, resting my ear against his chest, listening to the soft pattern of his heartbeat. As usual, his arms wrapped around my figure, tightly embracing my body, the swarm of butterflies breaking out of their cocoons, my limbs growing weak from the recognisable thrill of affection that I had desired for far too long, and had sadly not received. Feeling his lips grazing against the top of my head made my mind go fuzzy, my cheeks flushing a heat that made me feel as if I was under the beating warmth of the sun during the summer months. This is what he does to me. “How’ve you been darling? I see you’ve rearranged the place, again.” he mumbled into my head of hair, my mind still relishing in the pleasure of being in his arms again.

“I’ve missed you,” I replied, reluctantly pulling my arms away from the embrace, in order to gawk at him. A gentle chuckle rumbled from his throat, though his features accentuated pity, understanding how I must’ve felt being away from him for so long. Lightly taking hold of one of his hands, I dragged his arm, guiding him to the sofa, where both of us sat next to each other. “You were gone for so long!”

“I know love, I’ve missed you so much,” he replied, squeezing my hand in reassurance. “At least I’m not gone for any longer though.” he added, his lips curving slightly as I nodded, a similar grin planted on my lips.

“How was the tour then?” I asked, pulling his arm to wrap it around my shoulders, my body already aching for more attachment to him. “The videos I’ve seen online made it look very good.”

“It was great, honestly. Loved every bit of it.” he replied, the grip on my shoulder tightening as he attempted to haul me closer to him. Humming in agreement, I placed my head on his shoulder, cradling the moment we shared together, the moment that I had imagined and adorned each and every night he was absent, cherishing every single time that he was able to be in my presence. I depended on him greatly, as did he, and though that may be a toxic strand which can only result in turmoil; our appreciation for one another held such poise that it would draw us closer together each and every time we had conjoined together after months of being separated. “I’ve actually got something to show you.” he added, shifting from our hug and slowly stepping to his feet, taking his hand in mine, his soft but coarse palms gripping onto mine ever so slightly, urging me to stand up too. “Come with me.”

Following him closely, we headed towards his studio. I had forgotten the last time that I had set foot in it; usually I would leave Damon to work on his craft alone, since having me prance around messing with all sorts of instruments and controls wasn’t going to provide much assistance. As well as that, sitting in the room, knowing that he was away and would be for many days on, would only make me yearn for his presence more, which is the last of what I would need when not being able to fall asleep. Though whenever he would call me into the room, he would always show me the most beautifully crafted symphony, in which he would perform it so effortlessly, as if it was simply created from the top of his head at that moment. Talent like his was so scarce; it would only prove to me that it’s something you are gifted with at birth, like an extremely high intelligence quotient - he always had ideas running through his mind, melodies that would be formed from a simple tap of the table in front of him. It was a wonder in the fact that he seemingly never got burned out with creating music, it was evidently his passion, and it touched me that he would constantly ask me for my opinion on his music, as it always resonated with him, always held such importance.

When we walked inside the studio, I followed him to the grand piano that was standing by the corner of the room. I kept my body upright, behind him, as he pulled out the black stool underneath, moving it back slightly in order for him to sit on it. “Over the tour, I had some free time, so I wrote this song, it’s called Particles,” he began, his voice quiet, as if it were intertwined with a certain anxiousness about what he was about to perform. “It’s still a work in progress, but I wanted to know what you thought of it.”

As I admired his fingers softly grazing the elegant, pale keys of the piano, the melody that in which played forth me instantaneously sufficed me in a trance, bewilderment encompassing my my mind as I listened to the sounds of the alluring chords echo throughout the room, bounce off the walls, the waves of noise crafting mountainous regions of goosebumps to prickle on the bare skin exposed from my forearms. Sculpted with such elegance and formality, my mouth fell agape as he played with such ease - in that significant moment, I was subdued to his music, hypnotised into his magnificence; I could do nothing, absolutely nothing, except admire the grace that fell from his lips once he started singing. As I allowed my gaze to drift onto his face, I gawked at his demeanour, his eyes almost screwed shut, his face almost frozen in place as his body rocked back and forth to the melody that was omitted from the piano. Every word, every string of lines carried a lugubrious essence to it, a tone laced with such beautification; obvious that there were deeper implications behind said lyrics. Each line that escaped his throat exemplified the nature of what earnest fervour, authentic devotion and expertise can embody. Such melody, paired with his voice embodied with pure ethereality, as if I was being greeted by a herd of the most quaint angels, welcoming my soul into the seven heavens. A beam crawled onto my lips, my heart thumping at a million miles per hour from the amount of love I carried in my body for the man in front of me.

Once the song ended, a moment was held in the atmosphere of mere silence, as if to take in all that was felt, all that had vibrated through the sound waves and blessed my ears. Shifting his body so he could connect eyes with me, a gentle, welcoming smile tugged on his lips. “That’s for you.”

[twstedtales]

Hiii! Congrats on the 150 followers! Can u please do the B H M Z for Lilia? Thankie~

Thank you, anon-chan! ^^ sorry for the long wait and I hope I do not deliver Lilia too OOC in this one! 💦

150 Followers Event | Masterlist

Beauty: What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Lilia had lived for so many centuries, oustripping all humans and other creatures alike in terms of mortality and life, so he would always believe that physical beauty is nothing but a fleeting dream that could escape his grasp at any moment in the passage of time. 

The beauty he would be looking, and admiring for, is somewhere deep inside you. That youthful spirit that never ceases to amaze him, that fresh maturity of the human race that faeries can never imitate no matter how hard they try, and that burning fire of life in your gaze that tells him how mortality isn't...that bad at all.

Lilia admires that fresh vitality in you. He believes that mortality is what keeps you going, why you strive to be better, and why you value every moment he has with you. It was your mortality, your limited time, that made him cherish your time together more. And he think, that was purely and innocently beautiful.

"In the eyes of an old adventurer, you are already the most beautiful person in the world. Beauty does not have to be dependent on the slenderness of the body, or the fairness of your countenance. That form of beauty most people are looking for is finite." Lilia's deep voice spoke in a quiet tone, all mischievousness gone as his magenta eyes bore holes in your own. "The one that I see in you continues beyond forevermore."

Honesty: Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Lilia definitely will hide lots of things from his lover. In his long lifetime, he had seen many humans born, encountered many people, and had to let them go in the end. The things that he had kept from you is from those painful times he had to hide from society, his experiences from waging war, else abandoning everything for a long time. 

He wanted to spare you from the pain of learning his past-be it his misdeeds, the people he killed, the people he had lost, the stakes he had to sacrifice, everything. If he can save you from knowing the things that happened in the past, and prevent you from getting emotionally burdened by his sins, keeping this as a secret will be the best choice he has made.

"Sometimes, I wish I could read minds," you confined to him one day, pouting as you glared in his direction. He had, once again, surprised you by hanging upside down in the ceiling. "In that way, maybe I can prevent you from embarrassing me again and again."

Lilia merely laughs before dropping elegantly to the ground, hand clamping on his blazer sitting on his shoulders like a mantle to keep it in its place. "Kufufu. That would be fantastic. Howbeit do I wonder if you can handle them."

You looked at him, puzzled. "Handle what?"

With a mischievous smile, Lilia pointed at his temple, tapping the side of his forehead a few times. "My mind, my memories..." he replied. "...and my buried secrets, for that."

Marriage: Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

I think Lilia would be quite reluctant to get tied to someone. His life stretched far beyond humans could ever imagine. Even if he had those unlimited experiences that helped him mature and nurture to what he was today and grows to love you over time, that small, buried part in him was afraid to be left alone in the world would once again resurface.

Marriage was a risk he's reluctant to take. Lilia would mockingly laugh at himself, saying how he was prepared to spend the rest of his eternal life without the person he loved the most. Even if seeing them mad at him, leaving him, would be the thing that could finally destroy his sanity. 

But then again, Lilia remembered..humans despite being fragile creatures, were also built with determination and grit. You saw through his needless fears, and told him that he need not to sacrifice what he truly wanted...because you wanted it, too. 

As Lilia stood beside you in the altar, his magenta eyes sparkling with the same light that had drawn you to him many years ago. If not, that light probably shines even brighter than before. "Seasons may change, flowers may wilt and decades may pass, even if your body slowly deteriorates and age consumes you, these eyes looking at you in this moment will still see you as someone beautiful beyond compare...and will love you and dedicate my life to you for the rest of eternity. This is my vow to you."

Zeal: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

As long as Lilia had finally gotten over his own "fears", he would do anything in his power to make sure your relationship would stay afloat despite all of your differences with him. Of course, he has responsibilities to guide and guard Malleus but after considering it, Lilia would choose you over this. After all, Malleus isn't a child anymore and he can take care of himself. As for you...even if you can, he won't allow you to part from him.

Lilia would also invite you to live in the Valley of Thorns with him. You know how rare humans are in that country, but Lilia promised you that you won't get bored and your safety won't be threatened there because you were with him. And Silver and Sebek were there to keep you company as well.

"Because our future will only open for us the moment we realised that our differences made us stronger."

[wandawxdow]

Billy Russo A-Z Fluff

A = Attractive, what do they find attractive about the other?

Other than the obvious (your body) Billy loves your eyes. He often finds himself in a trance when looking into them and is mesmerised by the love and adoration apparent when you look at him.

B = Baby, do they want a family? why/why not?

Billy does want a family in the future, and he wants it with you. Though absolutely terrified to have children, some of his fear is removed with the knowledge that you’ll be by his side. He knows that he wants to be better than either of his parents ever were so that his child has a better childhood than he had.

C = Cuddle, how do they cuddle?

Billy wouldn't openly express his love for cuddling, but he does love it when the two of you get the time. He always finds it comforting and calming when he wakes up and falls asleep with you in his arms.

D = Dates, what are dates with them like?

With both of you leading busy lives, most dates are at your shared apartment. But whether it be takeout after work, a romantic home-cooked meal or a movie marathon, the both of you cherish the time. When both of you have free time, Billy makes an effort to take you out for a proper meal at whatever new restaurant has opened.

E = Everything, you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

Billy believes that you are his light. He’s been fighting his entire life and can get swept up in the violence, but you serve as a reminder of the good.

F = Feelings, when did they know they were falling in love?

Love is a foreign concept in Billy’s life; it hasn't been something he’s experienced or felt as much as he should've. And so, with his lack of knowledge, Billy didn't realise he was falling in love with you until he was already well on his way.

G = Gentle, are they gentle? If so, how?

Billy Russo and gentle are two words that are not often associated with each other. Billy is violence, seriousness and bloody fists yet he allows you to see a softer side. He does little things that matter: making sure you’re covered by the comforter, ensuring he’s there when your sick or stressed, and other things that help your day-to-day activities.

H = Hand/Hold, how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

Billy doesn't hold hands when the two of you are at Anvil and surrounded by his employees. He doesn't mean to, but once in the building, he’s in work-mode with his serious, business persona. Other times he regularly holds your hand, particularly when the two of you are out in public. It's comforting that he has a grip on you so he can pull you to safety if something were to happen.

I = Impression, first impression/s

Billy first met you at a local bar. He’d been there to blow off some steam and you to drink away the bad day you’d had. He first saw and approached you when overhearing some man hitting on you despite your protests. Billy thought you looked beautiful in the red-illuminated lights with your curled hair and black jeans.

J = Joker, are they into pulling pranks?

Billy’s not big on pranks. Sure, the two of you will joke around, but you never plan elaborate pranks against each other. He’s done small things like hiding behind a door and scaring you as you walk past, but that's pretty much as far as it goes.

K = Kisses, how do they kiss?

Billy’s kisses are either slow and delicate or passionate and rough - there's no in-between. It all depends on his mood and the situation. If he's happy and content, then he peppers you with gentle kisses that express his love. If jealous, angry or filled with lust, his kisses are rough and passionate and often leads to other activities.

L = Little things, what little things do they love/notice?

Billy’s trained to notice small and often overlooked details about people, and so it's no surprise that he picks up on your quirks rather quickly. He noticed and loves how you prefer old movies when in a bad mood and how you hum under your breath when bored and happy.

M = Memory, their favorite moment together

Billy has many favourite memories with you, but if he were to choose one, it would be the morning after you first spent the night together. He woke to see your angelic face illuminated by the light shining through his bedroom windows. You'd both spent the morning in that bed together, admiring each other and talking.

N = Nickel, do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

It's no secret that Billy is rich, and though he works hard for his money, he has no qualms about spending as much as it takes on you just to see you smile. He’ll spoil you every day, gifting you things you do and don't need because he believes you deserve it all. To him, he wouldn't be a good partner if he couldn't provide for you and spoil you.

O = Orange, what color reminds them of their other half

You remind Billy of the colour white. It's pure, innocent and untainted, just like you. To some the colour may been cold but to him, it's fresh and complete.

P = Petnames, what petnames do they use?

Billy’s preferred pet names for you are ‘love’ and ‘darling’. He uses them most when the two of you are alone and being domestic: “what do you want for dinner, love?” and “darling, stay in bed a little longer.”

Q = Questions, what are the questions they’re always asking?

Billy almost always queries why you're with him. You're so perfect, innocent and bright and he's dark, broken and violent. To him, you're way out of his league, and he could never truly deserve you.

R = Romance, how romantic are they? Cliche or creative?

Billy is a ladies man, and as such, knows how to woo someone. On date nights and especially anniversaries and birthdays, he pulls out all the stops to make the night memorable. To be honest, there's nothing he wouldn't do for you. Billy prefers to express his emotions in a more unique way than the cliche red roses and teddy bears. But if that was the sort of thing you liked, you can be certain he’d do it.

S = Sad, how do they cheer themselves/each other up

If Billy’s in a bad mood, all he needs is you. You can't fix whatever started his mood, but being there helps him clear his head and find a solution. If you're in a bad mood or sad, he knows cuddles and night spent together will help.

T = Talking, what do they love to talk about?

Billy loves to talk about your day - not because it's overly interesting, but because he loves to see you so passionate and happy. He also loves the conversations you have when you both wake and the playful banter after a long day at work.

U = Understanding, how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Billy knows you well, really well. He’s good at picking up on details and accommodating to them in a relationship. Billy is empathetic with your experiences, however, sometimes not immediately. Sometimes he gets angry at first, vowing to hurt whoever hurt you back. But after he's calmed, he recognises that you need comfort like he has many times before.

V = Value, How important is the relationship to them?

Billy hasn't had many people in his life who love and care for him without strings attached. So, when he finds someone who does, it's important to him. He believes your relationship is one of the best things that ever has and will happen in his life.

W = Why, reasons why they love each other

Billy loves your nature; your forgiving, gentle and peaceful nature. It's a contrast to his and one he adores. He loves how you stop to pet any dog you're allowed to, how your nose scrunches when you yawn and how you look wearing one of his shirts in the morning.

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

Billy loves the song ‘Tiny Dancer’ by Elton John because it reminds him of you. Like in the song, the sight of you dancing and singing is always stuck in his mind.

Y = Yearning, how do they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Billy misses you from the moment you have to leave. At first, he throws himself into his work to attempt to mask your absence. However, as time passes, he grows irritable and on-edge; taking his feelings on others. When you return, the two of you spent some time together to make up for the distance then things go back to normal.

Z = Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

You're one of the only people who genuinely loves Billy for who he is. Because of this, he would do whatever it takes to preserve your relationship. He would kill any enemy that threatened you with ease, ditch all material items for the chance at a life with you, and ensure he's worthy of your love.

[lillianofliterature]

LOTR preferences || 1/?

the first of many the lord of the rings and the hobbit preferences to come.

DO NOT REPOST.

if gifs not sourced, they were found on google, lmk if they’re yours!

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what made them fall in love with you

aragorn

Your kindness and compassion. To Aragorn, you were the most radiant soul he had ever encountered in his life. Your innate kindness always managed to capture his attention and set his heart ablaze. You were just so good to everyone and he could never get enough of you. He often found himself just sitting in your company, listening to your conversations with the other members of your Fellowship (especially the talks you would have with the hobbits, who you seemed to enjoy the most). You were always eager to display the softest parts of yourself if it meant encouraging another.  He noticed every lovely thing about you and found himself drawn to your company at all hours of the day. 

boromir

Your strong-willed spirit and love for Gondor. Boromir could not help but find your strong-willed mind absolutely irresistible. When he had first met you amongst the council in Rivendell, he had been stunned into silence by your forthcoming opinions and wisdom on the matters at hand. In the following weeks as you travelled along with him as a member of the Fellowship, you had spoken openly about your home in Gondor and defended its integrity in your conversations. It was one night under the still, blue radiance of the Lothlorien forest that you comforted him about his strength as the son of the steward. You reassured him about the upheld honor of your shared homeland - and he knew he had found the one whom he would marry.  

faramir

The way you treat him. Faramir had never been treated to so well by anyone - other than Boromir - until you came into his life. Usually, people of the court and especially those closely associated with his father would compare him to his brother and echo the scrutinizing comments his father would always have in store for him. But with you, the loveliest soul he had ever met, he did not have to be someone he was not. You never ceased to treat him as an equal, you never compared him to anyone or anything (except to say that he was superior in practically every way), and you always found something about him to compliment. To say that falling in love with you was the easiest choice that had ever fallen upon his shoulders was an understatement. You had taught him how to gain his sense of confidence and self-worth, and Faramir adored you for it.

eomer 

You are an advocate for others. As a dear friend of his sister, Eomer had known you for most of his life, yet somehow he had been blind to the great store of strength and righteous anger you harbored against the injustice of your fellow people. It was on one day, by the fire pit in the Great Hall of his uncle, that he witnessed you lash out at the vile Grima Wormtongue, and his eyes had been opened. When Wormtongue’s unwanted compliments had once again fallen upon his sister, you had lunged to stand in front of her before he could twist his talons into her golden hair, spewing forth a barrage of defensive countermarks to his predatory nature. You had saved his sister that day and many after from the grime of a malicious minion, and Eomer soon found himself enamored by your natural tendency to become an advocate for others in any given situation. You were a voice for the oppressed, and he admired you greatly for it. 

eowyn

How you support her. The exact moment that Eowyn felt her heart align with yours was the day you encouraged her fight for equality. You never understood how there could be such strict prejudice against the strength and capability of a woman’s soul. From that first conversation onward, she found herself feeling rather supported and secure in knowing that she was not the only one who was ready to embark on a path to ensure a woman’s right to fight for her own people. From then on, Eowyn’s process of falling in love with you was a quick descension of admiration and warmth. You were an honorable person and she hardly went a day without thinking about it.

elrond

Your intelligence and humility. Elrond had known you for many centuries and had always taken note of your humble countenance and vast intelligence. You could often be found in one of the open libraries somewhere around the palace grounds, endulging every word from the tomes of his vast collection. He knew he had taken a misstep in keeping his feelings platonic when he found himself following your silhouette as you walked past him (usually with a book in your hands) and when he realized just how much he liked the sound of your soft-spoken voice. You were never one to engage in any sort of drama or foolish arguments, but you did have a voice when you felt it neccesary to speak up, which was always carefully said with avid wisdom riddled within your words. You bore an elegance in your being that he cannot put out of his mind - not that he would ever want to.

arwen

Your courage. Arwen had grown up surrounded by the voices of great councils and the many virtues of her elven people, but there was one thing she felt was lacking when it came to acting on the behalf of others - something that she found in you. You were a courageous being with the most selfless heart she had ever met. You were always willing and ready to jump to the aid of others, no matter their inferiority, which was not always true of her own people who sometimes thought it better to let the natural course of the world take its place. 

legolas

Your combat skills. To say that Legolas was impressed with your combat skills that equaled his own was an understatement, although he had no problem with being very hesitant about offering any compliments at first. In fact, he found himself intimidated by your grace and precision in the adrenaline of a battle, which was a feeling he was very unaccustomed to experiencing. Soon enough, after he learned to swallow his shock (and pride), he found that the two of you made a fantastic team - perhaps in more ways than one.

galadriel

Your good-natured spirit. Galadriel was not one to be easily caught off guard by what she heard in the minds of mortal men, but she most certainly was when she searched the contents your heart upon meeting you. In the humming chaos of your human mind, she saw your true purity glimmering at the center of your being like a beacon of hope. You sought no ill will toward anyone around you, nor could she discern any lust for power or riches. She found your sorrow and your compassion, mingled together like the roots of a great mountain - you truly desired happiness and contentment for those around you. She thought it both peculiar and incredibly fascinating, that a human could be so selfless and readily offer their companionship and love. 

haldir

Your communion with nature. It was common knowledge that the elves of Middle-Earth cherished starlight and nature above all else, save their own communities and ancestral homes. However, there were some that were far more connected to the earth and its wonders than others and were far freer in their spirit when it came to such things - you were one such person. When Haldir had discovered this about you, he couldn’t deny the great admiration he felt growing within him. There was never a moment when you were not speaking, singing, or giving back in some way to the world around you. You were truly in love with your world and your people’s way of life and Haldir respected you greatly for it. 

gimli

Your hair. Although it was true that dwarves were fond of facial hair on the features of their own women, Gimli held no prejudice against you for not looking a certain way. He found himself rather enamored by your natural beauty, although it was different from his own people. Specifically, the red-haired dwarf was drawn to your hair and the different texture and hue that it held from his own. Where his was scraggly and coarse (because it hardly saw a brush or decent scrub), yours was well-maintained and shimmered in the sunlight. It might have seemed somewhat shallow of him to fall in love over your looks, but he felt no less attracted to you after he really got to know you. In fact, he liked you even more.

frodo baggins

Your companionship. You were always there for Frodo Baggins, no matter what situation had risen out of the blue. There were only a few people who he felt truly understood what he had gone through and you were one of them. All throughout his life, you had been a true friend and had never given him a reason to distrust you. You were someone he could depend upon and somene he grew to feel very strongly for over time. Frodo was sure about his feelings for you when he realized that should you ever be gone from his side, his life would be rather grim without having your light spirit there to illuminate it. He wanted to ensure that would never happen.

samwise gamgee

Your dancing. Samwise Gamgee had been irreversibly smitten with you since the first time he caught you dancing to a fine tune that was being played in the market square. Since that moment, his eyes always sought you out wherever you happened to be. There was never a moment when you weren’t tapping your toes or humming along to whatever melody happened to be be playing around you - for there was always music to be heard somehwere in the Shire - and there was always a frushed twirl to your skirts whenever you moved about a room. Your zest for life, just like the spices he loved mixing with his homegrown herbs, mesmerized the hobbit. 

merry brandybuck

Your free spirit. Meriadoc Brandybuck was sure he would have ended up a bachelor with the way he always seemed to attract mischief with his fun - that was, of course, until the young hobbit ran into you. You seemed to have the same hankering for adventures, no matter how silly or preposterous. In fact, you had quite a few hair-brained ideas of your own to contribute to the fun you both seemed to find together. Because of that fact, Merry felt he had found a kindred spirit with you much like he had with his best friend Pippin - except he wasn’t in love with Pippin - he was in love with you. How could he not be?

pippin took

Your acceptance. It was no easy feat to find yourself weak in the knees around Pippin Took, the foolish young hobbit who seemed to have invented the word klutz. He was an idiot most times and other times he was just plain reckless - but you never scrutinized him for that. In fact, you felt as though Pippin was a breath of fresh air, especially with how much he managed to make you laugh (usually at his own expense, but he never seemed to mind). Pippin appreciated the fact that you liked him as he was, mess and all. Even more so, he loved that you were always there to get him out of trouble, no matter the hour or the incident.

[yanderes-stuff]

5; 8 and 9 please and nsfw is optional.

Yes, the feral trio I never did a poly yandere before, and sorry for being so late school was holding me at gunpoint

P.s it's 1:43 am where im at and I got zoom at 7:10 I'll edit the grammar mistakes later but I didn't want you to have to wait any longer

Characters: Skully, Masky, Hoodie

Words 5k 

TW: yandere thoughts, cussing, kidnapping, drugging 

You met Jay during college when the teacher put you both together for a school project, you got to have a good read on his personality with Jay, being a curious goofy character with a charming atmosphere surrounding him.

After a while, you decided to start the project filming causal nature. you both shared a passion for nature being calmed by the forest, and the woodland creatures which made you closer. After a while, you noticed that he would rarely talk to any of his other friends in favor of talking to you.

This led to many intervals where you caught him staring at you during class and followed you around like a puppy which although made you irritated you brushed it off thinking nothing of it, after all, it's just goofy Jay being Jay.

But alas he fell victim to your charm the conversations he had with you stuck with him and the moments where you were in his presence kept him going till the next day, you reached his heart unlike anybody else he met, and he lived for you alone perhaps it was the way you carried yourself through the gloomy days or the way you were more kind-hearted than anyone he ever met.

He longed to catch your eye and make you laugh but certain feelings were starting to stew inside him whenever he caught your friends talking to you especially if they were putting their hands on your beautiful body and even if they did so casually it made him infuriated he believed that he should be the only one that should be graced by your presence not them

After all, you never knew their intentions but he had a gut feeling they weren't good they didn't love you they only loved you for your looks and looks alone but he loved everything about you and he didn't know why but alas he had friends who were close to you those friends being Brian and Tim his colleague's since high school 

However, he had to obtain your affection and warmth to protect you so he wormed his way into your dating life because he had known your crush had his dark secrets that he cheated on his exes and he just couldn't let this snake wrap his suffocating coil and sink his poisonous fangs into you for his esteem 

So to resolve this fear of his he followed him home in the dark and threatened to shoot him if he didn't avoid you like a plague but without his knowledge, he didn't know that he was being watched by none other than Tim who mentally noted with haste that he's not the only one who took a liking to you and strolled out of Jay's sight before he could notice him

Relief washed over as he went back to his secret home surrounded by woods away from his lonely college dorm comforted by the fact that the guy that tried to use you had been put in his rightful place now thanks to him all he had to worry about now was the fact that his other friends also shared a connection with you that was too close for his liking 

You were his everything now and while he still cherished his friends he wasn't going to let either of them have you even if it put him in danger of course you only saw the good in people and that would include Tim and Brian which he would grow to admire but it would also make him nervous but despite that he knows you love him and he had to make a move quickly to prove he's the only right one for you

Oh how he longed to be anything that would make you happy and today being Valentine's day he promised himself this was going to be the day he asks you out and you'll say yes or at least he certainly hoped you would he grabbed a few things from the store some gifts he hoped would win your appreciation but he had a thought cropped in his mind what if you rejected him and if you did do such a thing how distraught he would be 

He waved away those thoughts in his mind trying to convince himself he played his cards right after all he frightened any competition away from you while making sure to be by your side at every moment you needed him the thought of your gentle voice accepting his confession of love made his uneasy mind now calm and focused 

Once he reached the school province he took the bag of gifts consisting of chocolates of your favorite brand and bouquets of lovely crimson flowers that are a symbol of his love for you he was finally ready to be your lover and he sure as hell hoped you were too as that thought passed his mind he peeked his head around the corner to your dorm 

What he saw made his blood boil and felt a violent sensation he couldn't understand at the time and what he witnessed was Tim brushing his lips against your while caressing your cheek with his rough hand you weren't flinching away but rather leaning in into the troublesome kiss he didn't know Tim could do this he thought he made it clear that she belonged to him

Tim look so entranced by the way your chest raised and fell in sync with his own as he leaned closer with his arm bending above your head caging you against your dorm door 

While Jay was peaking he noticed that Tim had a card with a heart placed on in front of it in one of his hands 

He quickly pieced together that he had gotten to you first before him as he felt despair overwhelm him why did you have to love Tim of all people he quickly grabbed the gifts and descended the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible at the same time he felt hot tears stain his bitter cheeks that day he drove back to his home weeping 

But as he stepped inside an environment of misery following behind him as he sat down on the sofa he didn't think he'd have the guts to kill Tim but little did he know that someone else was in the room with him that individual being Tim and although he didn't want to admit it

Tim planned to kill Jay ever since he witnessed him threaten to kill his old crush since you confessed about liking him which was a big mistake on your part but Tim was glad Jay took care of him but now he had to kill Jay but he acknowledges he didn't want to at all but Tim was afraid of what Jay was capable of when it comes to his unstableness

He knew Jay was infatuated with you and that he's been getting more and more unusual as you continued to spend time with him and he started to dissociate with Brian and Tim which was starting to get concerning because Jay was starting to become extra dependent on your affection to distract him from all the chaos going on in his life

But Jay himself was starting to take drastic measures to prove himself to you and Tim never thought Jay could be capable of violence but he's seen firsthand that he the man that he thought wouldn't harm an insect was contemplating murder out of love 

 

So with guilt, he grabbed his firearm and stared as Jay slowly was lured into a deep slumber he slowly opened the oak closet door so that it was vastly ajar and he tiptoed quietly towards Jays sleeping form beads of sweat was beginning to form on his forehead

Once he loomed over the trembling man's resting figure his silhouette casting a shadow over him his hands shook as he raised the revolver to Jay's temple and his finger was on the trigger there was a small click followed by a thunderous bang 

The gory sight of Jay would be etched into his mind for the rest of his life but it would be worth it to protect you but he had to admit it he for some reason felt relief in his mind and another feeling that was off it was a euphoric adrenaline rush he noticed that he was still shaking and realized that he should evade the scene as quickly as possible back to you

You were sleeping so soundly in Tims dorm and Hoodie thought your sleeping form was so beautiful so vulnerable he's been watching you for a while through Brian and he thought this would be the perfect moment to steal you away after he saw the note Tim wrote a letter to you inviting you to come to his place for valentines day 

How romantic of him too bad Hoodies going to whisk you away now he recalls seeing you and Tim go on a dinner date in Tim's kitchen he prepared your favorite dish the reason he knows this was because he placed cameras in more secretive places to check on Tim and his episodes when he would become Masky and go out to do God knows what 

Hoodie knew Tim was trying to keep he alter personality a secret from you as well as hide his more obsessive side when he would become Masky he would stalk you and take pictures of you going about your day and attach it to his wall later to look at when Tims feeling emotional which Tim had to compile in a box the day previously so you wouldn't freak out at him

Which Hoodie would probably have to steal along with you was a thought that came across his mind as he prepared a syringe with an unknown liquid inside of it from underneath Tims mattress he watched the scruffy brunette man got up and picked up a revolver from the drawer with his pale hands and walked out making sure to keep the gun hidden from anyone's view 

Once he was out of sight propped up upon his shoulders he began crawling out from under the bed as quietly as possible as not to disturb your sleep as he stood up gazing upon your softly snoring form as he was searching for the perfect spot to prick your neck with the fluid once he found it he punctured the soft flesh injecting the liquid in your bloodstream you awoke for a second not long enough to examine him but only to be held down by the powerful man as he clasped his rough fingers around your both your wrist 

"Shhhhhhh [Name.] baby just relax" he mumbled somewhat gently with a smug smile etched on his face, his thoughts instantly twisting into ideas of what he was going to do to you when you finally got back to where you truly belonged. "Everything is going to be just fine."

As soon as the drug invaded your mind and your world faded once again at the same time he hastily took you into his arms and started his journey back to his abandoned cabin into the darkness of the night and when he reached his own home he settled you in the bed in his room with ropes gripping your hands attached to the old oak foundation of the bed as he snuggled into your warm body once he was feeling bold as the night proceeded

"I've been wanting to do this for a fucking real long time." He mutters under his breath into the crook of the cozy soft flesh of your neck "Best part is that he doesn't know where I live so he can't take you away."

Tim didn't know what the hell could've happened while he visited Jay but all he knew was that something was wrong and now you were missing with no signs clues of to where you might be it was only when he found a note under the blankets with just three words that made his blood run cold 

She's mine now

Now he knew has an idea of who could've done it Brian has been strange as well lately by giving death glares to him when Tim tries to flirt with you not only that but he seemed to be more encouraging of Jay's stalkerish behavior Tim now realized the mistake he made earlier by leaving you alone to murder Jay before he could murder him Tim believed the only reason Brian was nudging Jay to stalk you was to get Jay to stop bothering him and let him live in peace but now that Jay was dead there was no other suspect left but Brian 

As he was piecing together what could've transpired he heard a buzzing coming from his cell phone he took the phone in his hand while the faint glow of light was still emanating when the device as he saw the message from none other than Brian with a string of numbers possibly coordinates to his location where he kidnapped you from him while he was busy

His breath started to get more uneven with his eyes dilating out of fear while thoughts flew past his mind about your safety he was started to hold himself with his hands gripping diagonally at his upper arms while the fabric of his flannel creased as a reaction to his strength he started to tremble not out of distress but resentment his knuckles started transforming into a snowy white from how hard he was clenching his fist

His mind was beginning to feel fuzzy as his own thoughts were starting to get quiet but the static in his mind was getting only louder followed by a loud booming voice that was starting to overtake him again but this time he welcomed it as he didn't know what other actions he could take

Once it finally overtook him a sinister simile was plastered upon his parched slips he was going to get you back and slaughter Brian as atonement for stealing you and maybe keep you in the cabin away from the violence and then he would fix everything thus you would belong to him

"Fuck Brian you know I'd do anything to protect [Name.] anything for her to be mine." He growled under his breath, eyes now focused on the porcelain mask with dark circles around its eyes with eyes knitted up in what appears to be suprise and pitch jet lips on the wall he told you was just for decoration "You're about to regret what you've just done." He remarks followed by a deep huskier chuckle

He clutches his handgun yet again and sets off on a search to locate the coordinates stepping into his vehicle and sliding in the keys before turning it to start the engine and pulling out of the college campus parking lot now focusing on the road in front of him and driving into the nightfall as to not be discerned by anybody 

When he finally reached the trail to the cabin he started sprinting his way to whatever location Brian had sent him he had no time to waste following a trail of footprints of crunched leaves and snapped twigs on the surface of the ground floor when he finally reached the window of the cabin he stood and pressed an ear to listen for activity in case Brian was preparing an ambush for him in one of the rooms 

He heard the sound of a struggle and the sounds of thuds something else that he couldn't quite make out but it was still extremely worrying 

Bam...bam...bam! "AARGH!"  followed by a thunderous crackling of somebody he couldn't make out the voices clearly but he could at least assume what's occurring...what if it was Brian hurting you because you did something that made him extremely furious if that were the case he'd have to come and rescue you but at the same time he'd have to keep his alter ego a secret to avoid your concern for him

He quickly wrapped his fingers around a nearby rock and launched it directly at the cabin glass window instantly shattering it to sharp pieces and stepping through it carefully and at that moment he could make out masculine yells coming from the room in front of him now he is certain the voice wasn't actually you much to his relief 

As he more steps towards the door intertwining his fingers against the knob of the old wooden door and twisting while at the same time putting his strength against the ancient oak entryway he could still make out another familiar yet unknown voice furiously screaming along with Brian shouting among all the commotion which fueled his yearning to harm Brian for bringing both you and him into his annoying scheme even moree

Then as he walked inside the miserable room with the white paint heavily chipping away following that sight he witnessed Brian in a vibrant orange yellowish hoody stained in certain places with what appears to be blood along with a pitch-black fabric mask covering the entirety of his head beside the hood that was pulled over his head another thing he noticed on the material placed on Brian's face was a red frown along with crimson pinpoint dots for eyes additionally just plain worn out jeans that looked to be somewhat dirty he realized that this wasn't actually Brian but his alter ego whose name was unmistakably known to him as hoodie but he was still going to execute him nonetheless for possibly harming you 

But the other figure straddling Brian clutching a cell phone above him  looked somewhat familiar with a coffee brown leather jacket with a black hood that was also above his head he noticed the man's jacket happens to also be tinted in particular spots with that easily recognizable red liquid in addition to this he wore a mask that resembled that of a skeleton with two rows of square teeth and dark circles on both of the holes where his eyes would be with eyebrows that looked to be expressing with curiosity 

"Give me back my phone right now you fucker!" Brian hissed eyes glaring up at the man on above of him trying to get to pry the man off him "And get the fuck off of me!" He added with a hint of irritation 

"SHE'S MINE SHE'S MINE YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SHE'S MINE!" The man snarled in an outrage his tone obviously hysterical as he raised his other fist preparing to hit Hoodie with a flurry of punches aimed at his already bloody face

As Masky stepped closer to the scene there was a painfully audible creak and both men stopped for a second before their head began tilting over to Masky's direction than the mysterious man spoke his words flowing out of his mouth like fluid 

"Well...well...well remember me?" He implored Masky swiftly changing his tone from outrage to relaxed while staring at him intently still with that emotionless mask whilst Hoodie kept swatting for the man to get off of him 

"No who the hell are you and did you send me that text." He questions feeling himself getting more disgruntled with this confusing situation he opens his mouth to speak once again "And where is [Name.] What did you do to her!?" His eyes gaze directly at the unusual man 

"Oh, you don't recall me, your friend? that you shot dead in my own home!" The man glares and scowls at Masky the unpleasant memory started to rise in his mind again "You took my love then you took my life and now I'm back for vengeance" 

"Jay?" Masky grumbled, "there's no way I killed you, why aren't you dead?!" He shouted his mind racing with questions maybe he was just hallucinating this whole predicament 

"Close im Skully, but about your little question I'd rather not answer that." Skully answered back Hoodie now was panting under him from a combination of him being crushed under his weight and his failed attempts to injure Skully with his sore bloody knuckles

 

Hoodie was beginning to feel lightheaded from only getting to inhale so much oxygen just when he thought he was about to black out Skully stood up with his eyes boring into Maskys then Skully spoke

"I'm going to...kill you then I'll kill hoodie then she'll be mine all mine." Skully's breathing started to hitch and become heavier like a bear's breathing as he slowly took a step towards Masky "it's going to be all okay everything's going to be fine it's about to be the way it should be."

You started to thrash around in your bounds fortunately to you it was becoming looser you tried to observe the darkness of the environment around you to tried to find a way to escape back to safety there were windows but they were boarded up but there was an old door which caught your eye as you limped over to it still sore from the burns of the rope that felt like a harsh heat

As you wrapped your hand around the knob and pushed you heard the conversation of people in the next room so then out of curiosity you put your ear to the door you could make out a thickly deep voice and some the sounds of some light coughing along with Tims's voice which filled you with both relief and fear

Because on one hand, Tim is here to save you from this place but on the other what if he got wounded by that other man after thinking about what to do in this situation for a minute that felt like an eternity you decided it would be best to step into the room help Tim beat that man and escape with his help and call the authorities

As you stepped into the room everybody peered in your direction you caught a good look at them one being Tim with his dark brown hair and yellow jacket and worn jeans and a white mask covering his face with what looks to have dark lips and circles encasing the holes meant for the eyes the man in front him looked a bit similar 

He has a tan leather jacket with a raven black hood and the same worn pants and a white mask white rectangular teeth and the same dark circles around the eyes as Tims but this time with the same eyebrows settled in a surprised manner in your direction as if they were startled by you waltzing in the room

And then finally there was that easily recognizable sound of Brian's roughly breathing you heard in your sleep but right now he was on the floor laid flat with blood with a yellow orangish cloth hood along with ordinary jeans and a black cover mask with crimson red frown and two dots for eyes above it

"What's going on! who are you?" You questioned loudly, eyes flickering around the room. you were wondering why they were in costumes was Tim in on this sick circumstance?

"I'm here for you my beloved and im Jay but...in a different form," he announced casually as he made a fist and pointed his thumb to his face "My names now Skully" 

You were confused because Skully didn't look like Jay whatsoever he was taller and his voice was a lot deeper almost in a chilling way and his figure looked to be more stronger than Jay with his broad shoulders but the only thing that was the same about him was the way he spoke 

"[Name.] Give me a minute to deal with him. I won't be needing your help." Masky sighs casually trying to weave away in his mind to distract Skully so your as least scared as possible 

"That's quite a rude way to talk." Skully quickly brought out his hand and grabbed his pocket knife from out of his jean pocket while using his other hand to clench Masky's throat blocking his airways while Masky started making choking sounds trying to struggle out of his grasp 

"If you kill him I won't ever love you!" You blurted out of desperation trying to save your lover from getting his throat slashed from Skully's blade your eyes now are being focused on Tims trembling body

Skully faltered at this his breathing now became even more intense then he dropped Tim with a dull thud then he started to clutch his arms and rocked himself ever so slightly back and forth in an attempt to comfort himself from your words

While Skully was distracted Hoodie who was now back to full willpower  hastily got up as quick as possible and clenched Skullys knife from behind and had it now hovering over Skullys throat Hoodie didn't say a word and just when he was about to make the slit you perked up

"No, don't kill him either for the love of God!" You cried out you didn't believe that what Skully possibly done was right but that doesn't mean you want him to perish you took a quick breather before continuing "Don't or else I be able to love you either" 

Instead of trying to comfort himself in an attempt to forget your words he just gave a disappointed sigh and slowly backed away from Skully while he raised his hands in surrender secretly smirking under his mask now comforted that you saved him

Masky was now staring at Hoodie already reaching in his pocket for his handgun but before he could you interrupted "That goes the same for you too Tim."

And with that, he stopped in his tracks and looked from Hoodie to you with a blank stare so you couldn't be able to get a read with how upset he was that you would say such a thing especially when it was Hoodie that did this to you and dragged him into it 

"Actually I got an idea," Hoodie speaks enthusiastically eyeing everyone in the room chuckling as ideas resurfacing in his head then smirking to himself "If [Name.] Hates it when we're at each other's throats then let's just share her"

Skully had a thousand-yard expression yard stare then he uttered "Actually as much as I hate sharing I'd rather share than be genuinely despised by my sweetheart."

"I'm going to be honest I'm tired of me and [Name.] Getting stressed by college and...I would rather spend more time with her" Masky spoke softly yet reluctantly while his eyes glanced at yours lovingly "And I'd prefer not to kill my friends despite what they've done" 

your lips started to depart to talk attempting to sound stern but your voice came out meek "I'm not sure about this." Your stare now focused on the floor and not any of the men in front of you who on the other hand were staring right into your eyes

Now your mind was frantic on one side how are you supposed to split your affection between three of the closest people in your life all the time and also you loved Jay and Brian as a friend and maybe Tim as a lover but you didn't want them to be at each other's throats especially Skully since he appeared to be tougher than the other two men another thing to note is that all three of them could easily hurt you although you can sense that they didn't want to

But what if they forced you into this scenario if you resisted would they punish you or your family so with that last thought in mind you decided it would be best to accept their offer after all it would be selfish to have somebody dying just because you resisted their demented obsession with you and after all…maybe you'll learn to love them over time

So trying to hide the anxiety in your voice and the heat on your cheeks you spoke loudly enough for them to hear "I've decided that your offer is for the best so I'll accept." their face lit up at your words

Skully was the first one to step towards you at a slow pace as he wrapped his arms under your own in a warm tight embrace whilst he put his chin atop your soft hair 

Then Hoodie came trapping you in a side hug nestling into your shoulder while you could feel him against your skin grinning ear to ear through the mask 

Then there was Masky who came up from behind and settled his rough hands down on your shoulders then he bent down to kiss the back of your neck which made you jolt in surprise in response to this he just chuckled then he bent down and put his arms under your legs and swept you off your feet while the other two men backed off now carrying you bridal style 

Then he started to head back into the bedroom where you woke up in taking the lead while the other two followed then setting you down gently atop the soft oak bed while Hoodie reached for something underneath the bed much to your dismay while you were caged in the middle of the bed between Skully and Masky then Hoodie stood up with a syringe in hand while Masky snaked his arms over yours so that your arms were to your side and you were pulled flush against him feeling him purring against your neck while Skully began to stroke your hair with one hand in an attempt to calm you while his other hand was tracing patterns on your thigh

Hoodie slowly came on top of the mattress putting a finger to his lips while silently shushing you not to struggle as you felt the familiar prick of your skin as your sight began to fade and turn black 

"Shhhh love you made the right choice we're so glad but now is the time you get your rest." Was the last thing you heard from Masky's lips before you fell into a deep sleep.

[degenerate-yandere]

If possible, could I get some HC’s with your favorite yanderes (how ever many you want to do) (also I’m excited to see who are your favorites)with an S/O (probably before any kidnapping) that’s just so soft and just wants snuggles and smooches (✿˵◕ ɜ◕˵) thank youuu ✧༺ ♡༻✧ (˶′◡‵˶)

This request is so cute! Since I have a lot of favorites spanning difference franchises, I might make separate posts for each one in the future if people want it! But I’ll start off with my favorites from BNHA: Mirio, Bakugo, and Todoroki (This was a decision between Shoto or Shigaraki. Maybe in the future, shiggy). More fire emblem stuff is coming soon! Sorry to keep y’all waiting! 

A/N: This is very fluffy and relatively light on the yandere side, which I’m somewhat inexperienced with writing.

TW: Mild Yandere

Mirio Togata:

Mirio is a puppy; desperately and unashamedly seeking every ounce of physical closeness he can get from you. So if you happened to not only be receptive to his smothering advances, but initiate them? He’d be completely ecstatic. He didn’t think it was possible to love you even more, but that might just do it.

Mirio will latch his toned arm around you wherever he goes, keeping you as close as possible at all times. It satisfies his protective instincts to have you in his grip, but it’s also handy in letting everyone know that you’re his.

When you run up to him and ensnare his waist in a surprise hug, he can’t contain the giddy smile and blazing blush that spreads across his face. He’ll return the embrace, almost crushing you with his overpowering adoration. You’ll have to squeak between stolen breaths that he’s cutting off your air supply. Mirio will chuckle, loosening his grip (but not letting go of you).

“Sorry, (Y/n)! I just get so excited I can’t help myself!”

This man is a cuddle monster, especially if you don’t resist when he pulls you into his chest. Expect to be cuddled at least 90% of the time when you’re in his presence. He loves it so much when you nestle into him - melting against his touch. It makes him feel like he’s truly protecting you, that nothing could ever take you away from him. Mirio can stay like this for hours, and if you want to leave you’ll have to wrestle for your freedom. He’ll puff out his cheeks if you manage to escape, but he lights up when you promise to continue it later.

When he’s feeling particularly brash or impatient (which is most of the time), he’ll scoop you up in his arms and effortlessly carry you to comfortable spot. The way you blush and stammer out faux protests is just adorable, but you won’t resist when he pulls you into a compassionate embrace against his statuesque form. He does this to not only satisfy his need to love you, but he hopes it helps draw your attention to his strength. He wants to ease you into accepting him as your protector, and what better way than to show you what he’s capable of.

Mirio beams confidence, but nothing reduces him to a blushing mess like your kisses. You’ll find it cute, the way his face turns red from a peck on his cheek. When he does eventually work up the courage to kiss you back, expect to be bombarded with chaste displays of affection near constantly. He’ll have a conversation with you, whilst placing kisses on your face between every word. They’re fleeting and innocent - and it’ll certainly take time and initiative on your behalf to make them deeper.

The fact that you’re so compassionate and accepting to his love only makes Mirio’s purpose flare with conviction. You can’t be left unprotected. When he inevitably succumbs to his obsessive desire to keep you safe, those memories of you melting against him will only nourish the delusions of requited love. He’ll never stop hugging you - but they’ll stop feeling warm when you realize; there is no escape this time.

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki is extremely possessive-protective over his darling. He wants nothing more than to keep you safe, and to keep you his. He’s aware of how intimidating he is, he knows that his vulgarity and bravado serve only to push people away. But you; you don’t run away, or tremble in his presence, or avoid him. No, you run up and hug him, with a dumb smile on your face. Your insistence on being close to him is endearing, and it makes his job much easier. And, although he’d seldom admit it early on in your relationship, he loves it. He loves the attention and the affection, and it helps inflate his tremendous ego the way you admire him.

He pretends to not care when you hold his large, calloused hand in yours. But nothing hides the blush that blooms on his cheeks as he grunts in forced frustration. He’ll gently squeeze your hand back as you smile widely in response - a subtle command to not let go.

Although Bakugo insists on preserving his tough guy image, he keeps you attached at the hip whenever you’re in public. His hand will grip harshly against your waist as his face etches into a menacing scowl. It lets everyone know you belong to him. If anyone comes too close to you, a growl will erupt from his chest, sending reverberations through your body. He loves just how eager you are to be close to him, how complacent you are when he crushes you against his chest in a show of possession. 

When you’re in private, Bakugo will be much more openly affectionate. He loves to just cuddle you whenever he’s doing something else. If you try to leave the vice-grip of his hold, he won’t relent until he wants it to end. He’ll scoff, mouth tilting into a smirk as he rumbles;

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

His muscled arms aren’t just for show; his hugs feel safe and secure. His heart never fails to skip a beat when you nuzzle into his chest. He’ll of course laugh, calling you ‘needy’ or something, but he genuinely cherishes the embrace. It makes him feel.... not angry. Content, even. Which makes it all the more clear that he needs to keep you safe. 

Honestly Bakugo’s kisses aren’t incredible. He thinks he’s great, of course, insisting that the way you lean in to him and allow him to dominate your mouth is telling of just how amazing he is. But the way he crudely smashes his lips against yours, the way his tongue awkwardly invades your mouth, betrays his inexperience. They’re passionate and heated; even aggressive. The one thing they are not, however, is elegant. If he ever feels threatened by a romantic rival, expect to be swept off your feet and your lips to be assaulted. He’ll smirk as he kisses you; knowing that he’s totally showing those extras just who’s boss. 

You’re so receptive, no matter how brash his advances are. You’re so good for him, and he absolutely adores it. You are the antithesis to him; soft, compassionate, affectionate - or as he sees it, vulnerable. This will spur both his possessive and protective desires. Only he deserves you. And he likes to keep what’s his nice and safe.

Shoto Todoroki

Oh god, Shoto is the term ‘touch-starved’ personified. You are an absolutely angel to him. Sure, at first he’s weary and apprehensive to your touch, but in time he’ll crave it like a drug. But you’re so, so eager to indulge him. Outwardly, he maintains his stoic solemnity, but if you so much as brush a strand of hair from his face, his heart lurches in his chest. He loves how different the two of you are; you’re trusting, warm and oh so affectionate.

Todoroki’s most prized memory is when you cupped his cheek in your hand, tracing along the outline of his scar. Your smile was serene; your gaze benevolent and loving. You called him beautiful as you looked upon his marred flesh. That’s when he knew. He loved you. He loved you more than anything in existence.

In public, he’s never the instigator of affection, but he certainly won’t resist when you hold his hand. He’ll even squeeze tightly in return; almost dreading that you’ll float away. Todoroki’s strong presence is enough to deter anyone from daring to come close to you, but a quick narrowed scowl is sure to send even the boldest of would-be suitors running. 

He knows how much you love to latch on to his arm; and he’s quick to accommodate for the temperature.

“(Y/n), it’s cold. Hold onto my left side, I don’t want you getting sick.”

Todoroki loves when you’re dependent on him. He adores taking care of you. He wants to think you rely on him as much as he relies on you.

In terms of cuddling, Todoroki’s pretty stiff at first. He loves it, he tells you he loves it, but he just... doesn’t know what to do. You’ll be patient though; tenderly suggesting him to relax as his arms secure around you. From then on, He’ll be addicted. He expects you to hug onto him whenever possible - outright demanding it. Expect pouting, even straight-up anger if you don’t. He needs it, and you’re being just so selfish if you deny him. If he’s particularly demanding one day, he might even just freeze your feet against the ground and take what he wants instead. You’ll awkwardly laugh as his hands coil around you. It’s just a joke, right? Oh how ignorant you’ll be to the brazen red flag waving in your face.

Shoto adores the way you’ll mercurially switch between his two sides in response to the heat or the cold. He’ll mischievously pin you against his right side as he rapidly cools his skin; making you plead for his left side to warm you up. He loves your begging, but you’ll see it as nothing more than affectionate playfulness. 

Kissing wise, Todoroki’s pretty inexperienced. He’s definitely the kind to do his research before hand. Unlike Bakugo, He’s gentle and slow - easing into the tender kiss. His hand will gently push against your neck, deepening the exchange. He’ll visibly blush afterwards - terribly uncharacteristic for the solemn hero. But he’ll do so again for every peck against his cheek you eagerly place. They send shocks through his body - he can’t get enough.

You’re nothing like Todoroki. When you brush your palm so affectionately against his cheek, that much is made clear. You make him feel unconditionally loved for once in his life - which feeds his sense of entitlement he has over you. You’re a gift from the world to make up for everything he’s been through. He’ll be so ignorant to the fact that eventually; he’ll become the very thing that tormented him all those years ago.